The forgotten one {done}

The story of the forgotten on is a long and lonely one of lives past and demons summand.
She was once known as Solara but that was a long time ago… She was born in a small village in the land of clouds. The inhabitants of the village where all part of the Necrotora clan, the clan was weak in jutsu so it posed to threat to anyone witch they hated. The village was often attacked by bandits and roughs, but all they could do was hide till the last day of the village… The village leaders decided that they would find a way to make there clan stronger then anyone other clan that would stand agents them, so they sent out there best to look for an answer.

They found it. The man returned with an ancient scroll witch held the way to summen forth a grate best known as Ororboros. They preformed the ritual by burning a pure soul at the top of the highest mouton. The demon emerged from the grate void with a flash of pitch black lightning and thunder witch was as if the sky was tarring apart. The clan leaders used a forbidden technique that had been past down from there ancestors long ago to seal the grate demon in to the body of a youth girl. That girl was Solara or it was the demons power was grater then they ever imaged its power spread to the other villagers making there ninjutsu stronger then another, just as they wished but ever wish grated comes with a price.

The village fall ill and one by one they all died it was not till the last of the clan realised it was the demons power that was killing them so they sealed the girl in a iron coffin that put her in to an eternal sleep for they could not kill the demon for every cut, every bite, every wound, would heal in seconds. The village died and with them she was forgotten, lost, asleep she waited alone, cold scared. The demon and the girl two souls trapped for all eternity, over time two became one and with that its power grow and grow and grow…

Till it awoke…

Eruraina stood at the crest of a notably taller hill, hugging her cloak around her with one hand, and holding the lead rope to her pony Lady in the other. She gazed across the scene infront of her with grey eyes, a grim line on her face. She wasn't happy with the site infront of her. It was not friendly or welcome. In fact it was quite the opposite. The outposts and smoke made one want to turn around and go the other way. The huntress had been following a herd of elk out this way, knowing that they were moving as they always did this time of year, and knew she could stop at Temir and sell her kills. But something had caused the herds to move further and further away from Temir, causing them to arc around the city notably more than usual. Thats when she had noticed the dark clouds in the sky from that direction. Upon going closer to Temir she spotted the smoke.

Now she still couldn't see the source of the smoke, but could tell it deffinantly coming from Temir. She also knew it was very unusual for that city, as was also the outposts set up around the city keeping everyone from going in. But she noted with a chill that no one was coming out or coming away from the city.
With a deep breath, she continued forward, pulling Lady along until they reached the outpost with the soldiers. "Whats happening in Temir?" she asked them as soon as she was near enough. She looked around to find she wasn't the only one waiting for answers from the soldiers...