Gaara, six years old, lay on the grassy hilltop with his teddy bear Autumn, stargazing. It was a beautiful night; all of his favourite constellations were out. The moon was a sliver of silver hanging in the night sky. He was just about to doze off when he heard screams of horror coming from the village. Then, as soon as it had begun, the night was silent once more. Running to the village (and almost leaving Autumn behind) Gaara ran to a scene of despair. Houses were charred, buildings lie at his feet and ashes fell from the sky like grey snow.
Running franticly through the streets, Gaara searched desperately for his family.
"Momma? Momma where are you?," screamed Gaara, "Momma come here now! Owww!" He had tripped and fell over a piece of bent metal. He had arrived at his house.
But all he saw was a burnt, vacant lot. Nothing but the slightly charred brick chimney was still standing.
"Momma! Dad! No!" he screeched as he found his parents dead body.
He scrambled over to the still breathing body of his mother.
"Gaara, leave the city now. Take Autumn and whatever else you can find. Mommy and Daddy love you honey. Run and don't look back, if you do, you'll end up just like us," said her mother, "Hurry Gaara, run fast. Don't forget about your Daddy and me. Temari and Kankuro are at your uncle's house. Go find them."
And with that, Gaara's mother died. Gaara, with tears in his six-year old eyes, turned and ran, fast and far. Little did he know what was going to happen to him next…