Dark Cloud Village

Once upon a time...

There was a group of people who wanted something more. They created a place of their own. This village came to be known as the bamboo village, and it prospered. People from all over would come to see the beautiful landscapes, the brilliant and exciting festivals and to taste the exquisit food. There was a darker side of this village though, or a more heroic side. Some of the people of this magnificent village were ninja.
The ninja of this village would carry out missions in secret. They had no leader, the village simply ran peacfully on its on, but the ninja didn't want the people to know of the things they did: Stopping attacks on the bamboo village and bringing in money.
One day, a magnificent butterfly demon appeared. It fluttered over the town, crushing buildings with every stroke of its wings! No one in this village could stop it! There was no choice. The ninja of the village all appeared and began to battle this demon. Many of the ninja were killed but there was one who was sacrificed...
"Butterfly demon!" Shouted a bearded man wearing a black outfit. He unmasked himself and shouted again. "Butterfly demon!"
The gigantic butterfly turned, blowing off a buildings roof just across from the ninja. The butterfly gave his attention to this ninja"You are the leader?"
"No! But you ask of you, please! Do not destroy this village!" he said dropping to his knees. The other ninja looked up to see their friend fall to his knees. "Please butterfly!"
"Mothra!"
"Mothra, please."
"What will you do for me, mortal?"
"I will give you my life. I will serve you forever. I would do anything to save this village. What... would you ask of me?"
"Ask!? I do not ask!" The butterfly was touched by this man's loyalty to something that wasn't his own, and contemplated on this. "You, ninja, and your fellows, and even these villagers will become subjects of my queen. The Queen of the butterflies, Nagama." For a brief moment, the ninja hung his head. To enslave an entire village just to keep it safe.
"So we will be slaves?" asked the ninja.
"No! You will not be slaves. You will be a colony. Your loyalty has proven to me that you are worthy enough to trust, and I will tell me queen of this."
"Thank you, Mothra. Thank you." A small golden butterfly fluttered onto the ninja's shoulder. Suddenly thousands of butterflies began to rise from the village and into the air.
"You were lucky!" laughed Mothra. "These butterflies were ready to swarm you if I had been defeated. Hahahaha!" The ninja smiled. He had saved his village. "Thank you..."
Suddenly something began to form in the sky. Everyone watched in horror, except the butterflies. The object twirled and spread out and constricted to become a giant purple cloud. The Giant butterfly and the thousands of smaller butterflies flew into the dark cloud and never returned.
Ever since the clouds appeared, the village has been called, "The Village of Dark Clouds".

Now
The streets are almost always filled with people,
sharing and caring for one another. Even the old people
who get angry at the kids for mooning are having fun!
Ah... the shadow village is the place to go if you really
want to get away from it all. A one horse town...
actually, we don't have horses, but if we did...
there'd be just one.
The group of ninja that fought that faithful night were reveared for their talents and became a sort of police of the village. Now that everyone knew of them, there was no reason to train in secret. They opened up schools to teach their skill to students, for when they were to old or worse. The village of the dark clouds didn't let any other village know of their ninja, however. Or their would be compitition... or war. So they don't wear fancy headbands.