Reanimated

My name? Sorry for the hesitation, it has been so long since anyone has called me by my name. Over the years I've gone by many names, I haven't heard my birth name in decades. Trauma has been a theme in my life, memories buried deep, my childhood is a blur. One thing I will never forget is that fateful day. The day the Akatsuki attacked. It was this day that my village felt the almighty power of the "Red Glow." We were a small village, so small that it would easily be overlooked. I was 5 years old at the time. All I remember from that day is a huge explosion. When I regained consciousness, I was surrounded by a pack of wolves, deep inside a neighboring forest. Little did I know, this pack of wolves would become my new family. For the longest time, I had forgotten who I was. Am I human? Am I a wolf? I spent the rest of my childhood with this pack. I learned how to hunt and scavenge from my pack. I probably wouldn't have survived this long if they hadn't found me. Living with the pack for so many years, I learned how to communicate with them. I learned how to live off of the land pretty quickly as well. My survival instincts kicked in and never turned off. Years later, my pack started to die off, one by one, of old age. I was barely a teenager at the time. Orphaned once again, I had to become even stronger to survive the wilderness. I learned how to craft weapons out of wood and stone. Hunting for food was hard at first but I quickly adapted. My pack taught me well. Although I was able to conquer and survive on my own for so long, the feeling of belonging and loneliness started to kick in. I haven't faced humanity in over a decade now, I've become intune with nature and my feral instincts. But I wanted to find others like me, I couldn't be the only one right? There has to be others like me out there... Could I be the only one without a village to call my own? I finally decided that I would venture out of the forest and find my purpose. It would be my first time leaving the forest since I was a child. On my journey, I suddenly hear children screaming for help. I hesitate to react, not sure if I am just hearing things. Many things filled my mind; what if its a trap, what if they attack me? As I got closer, the screams were louder. I climbed to the top of a tree to get a better view. What I saw at that point has instilled fear in me to this day. I saw a family of 5. They were being attacked by a giant snake! The snake had wrapped itself around the parents. The parents were yelling for the children to run, the children were crying and screaming for help still. Frozen in fear most likely. Was this my purpose? Am I supposed to save these people today? Do I mind my own business and continue on my journey? No I have to save them at all costs, there are innocent children involved! I start to run towards the children, putting myself between them and the snake. Then suddenly, blood splattered everywhere. The snake had snapped its two victims in half with its constriction. I've been around blood enough to be used to it but this time was different, the amount of blood is nothing I've seen before. I blacked out at that point. When I came to, I found myself on the ground, covered in blood. The children surrounded me. "Lady!! Miss!... are you ok? please be alive!!" I look around to find 3 kids, tears running down their faces. As I try to get up, I could feel pain coursing through my body. The kids help me get on my feet, I finally noticed the remains of their parents and the snake, only it was lying lifeless before us. Did I do that? What exactly happened? I tried my best to communicate with the children, but it had been years since I've spoken to humans. I only remember a few words from my childhood, but nothing that would be helpful. The kids would eventually lead me to a nearby village. I must've been suffering from a concussion or something, because everything after that was a blur. I just remember hearing one of the kids say something about "...Takumi." This must be the name of the village. I spent a few years in Takumi, taking care of the children, like the wolves took care of me. They taught me how to speak their language, I taught them how to hunt and protect themselves. This was my new family. After the Great Ninja War, with all the deaths of shinobis, I travelled with my family, in search of those who were orphaned by the war as well as those who no longer had a village to belong to. We took them in as our own and showed them our ninja way.