AC_D1: The Red Flame (Part 3)

It's that time of the year- the time to revive my blog with posts. Also time for Advent- but, how is it already December? 

I haven't taken any prompts for this year's advent because that's probably way too ambitious for this revival. Mostly, there's going to be chapters from some of my fav AUs and hopefully some newer ideas. Not sure how many posts I'll manage, so let's see what happens. 

In case you haven't read this Uchiha-centric time-travel AU, here's the previous parts:

Part 1

Part 2

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Konoha in the past was a mix of tents in between a few wooden structures and numerous towering trees. Realizing that he was probably gawking like a tourist, Harry paused and chanced a glance at Madara.

Madara didn't bother hiding that he was watching Harry and even raised a questioning brow at him. 

"There's a lot of big trees," Harry said. “They make it hard to know I am and where I need to go.”

Madara snorted. "Blame Hashirama for that."

"But the mountain makes it easier to find my way," Harry said, eyeing the bare mountain which would become the Hokage mountain. "Though, it's strange seeing it so… empty."

Madara frowned. "Empty?"

"It's," Harry hesitated, searching for the right word to describe the Hokage mountain with it's elaborately carved faces, "more decorated in the future."

Madara glanced at the mountain with a suspicion and distaste. "Why?"

AC_D4: The Red Flame (Part 2)

For Day 4 of my 2018's Advent Calendar, it's the secong chapter of my newest Uchiha-centric AU.

Here's Part 1, in case you missed it.
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Walking away from the obsidian sculpture, showed Harry that he was in a different place if not time. Instead of the pond that had surrounded the obsidian sculpture's small patch of land, there was only solid ground with coarse grass.

Harry was just thankful that he didn't have to depend on Madara to jump over the water to reach the other side.

In the dark, Madara led the way through a thick cluster of trees with sure steps.

And unlike Harry, Madara didn't falter when a large shadow dropped down from the tree and straightened to the looming figure of an armoured man.

“Madara-sama?” the man said, red eyes visible in the darkness and fixed on Harry.

With a commanding edge in his voice that brooked no arguments, Madara said, “You need to pay more attention to the newcomers from our distant properties. It won't look good if a guard like you can't recognize your own clan members.”

The man scanned Harry once with red eyes, but turned to Madara and bowed. “My apologies for the disturbance, Madara-sama.”

Madara walked away.

Harry gaped at the exchange, even as the guard disappeared back into the trees without a sound. Left without any other option, Harry followed Madara into the clan property.

The Red Flame (Part 1)

What's this?

A post after 7 months of inactivity on this blog?

Yeah, I'm easily distracted, but at least I'm back with a new AU which will be centered around the Uchiha.

Let me know what you think.

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In the dark night, a flame flickered inside the obsidian monument. 

A flame as red as blood.

It wasn't the reflection of the lantern that Harry had previously assumed. The red hue reassured Harry that there was something inside of the obsidian itself.

Because the red flame was moving, even when Sakura and the lantern in her hand were moving away from the obsidian sculpture.

The flickering red flame was an impossibility.

And a curiosity.

Harry brushed his fingers against the obsidian.

Instead of the cool stone surface he had expected, a hungry warmth raced up his fingers and engulfed his entire body.

Just as quickly as it came, the sensation vanished, leaving him confused as he snatched his hand away from the obsidian monument. Harry shook his hand to get rid of any lingering sensation and frowned at the monument.

There was no red flame in the obsidian.

“Who are you?” An unknown voice, low and filled with a threatening menace, asked from behind Harry.