It was a sleepy morning next to the Ta Clans village. The full moon had only been down for 2 hours and the fatuige was heavy on Tacos shoulders.

"What a night..." She muttered. Ever since she was little there were these nights when everything fell through her mind and she remembered nothing. The older she got the more she could hang onto of these nights but it still wasn't much.

Taco had been raised by her dad. They both considered themselves Fierce Pink Ninja but three years ago on her 18th birthday her father decided she was old enough to know that her mother was a were ninja. It wasn't a bad thing but it was unusuall for a were ninja to have bred outside it's own kind. Now Taco knew what these nights had been. She didn't think anything of it.