Author's note

1- I don't own Naruto or Lord of the Rings.

2- Slow Updates

3- It contains themes like violence, torture, seduction and some minors mental damages;

4- May contain mistakes in my grammar (few, hopeful) because english is not my first language;

5- The romance will be really slow and It's Sakura x Aragorn. Possibly. I'm still not sure if I do some Legomance, I'll decide later.

The Spark

There was a time when she was young and stupid, she remembered thinking:

"The job of a ninja is awesome. They're cool and really Strong. It'll fit myself." Okay, she was not awesome neither confident enougth but she could'nt imagine being anything else than shinobi. Her parents were ninjas. Her grandfathers possibly died in war. Her parents were kind and didn't pressure her. In fact, they told her to think really hard and carefull about it. A carefull consideration was made by her as they told. So she said:

"I'll be a ninja."

And the proud look in her parents confirm tha she was doing the rigth thing. But there was also a sad looking on her parentes.

When she was eleven years old she saw Sasuke almost died in front of her eyes. She saw Naruto turning in something red and corrupted with so much anger. The place was Wave. The crack started. But she didn't pay attention. How foolish she was.

When she was twelve years with the Chunnin Exams, the so expected event that could put her team on a better position, a high level of ninja – better then the low rank genin – there were enemys dangerous too. They were almost the same age as her but she felt they could killed her with no hesitation. And she was cared. Her teammates were uncounsciouns. It hits her like shit on the face. She was just playing ninja. Theory means nothing in death's face. Sasuke was hurt. Naruto was hurt. Kakashi sensei wasn't there. She was alone and vunerable. The enemy grabed her by the hair and no one could save her. She was angry, desesperated and needing some changes. So she cut her hair and left that part of her behind. It was what she thougth. As lamentable as could be -reflectint about, cuting her hair was not a big deal but It wasn't useless or futile. Not for her. The only thing she regrets was that she didn't realize before. That voice in her mind wich make her guilty and useless was silented with train and more train. She didn't grow all alone. Deep inside, she thanks to Naruto and Tsunade. As in love as she was for Sasuke she never had that kind of felling, that gratitude, for him.

Sakura was growing up. She had what it takes to be a ninja.

"Be stronger. Be smarter. To keep yourself alive."

When she was thirteen she killed someone. It was a patient. Tsunade herself told there was nothing that could done. With tears Sakura asked why herself was trying healing if there wasn't a point since the begin. The harsh replic was:

"You need pass trought It by your own hands."

Her second time killing was for surviver. By that time, she didn't killed anyone because she wanted. She kills for necessity. She felt bad, but still tougth that being a ninja as a high honor.

The Flames

Then fourteen years old came and she learned about times when ninjas don't have a single piece of honor.

And there are things that she never told no one, but the day after a simple walk of shopping, she burn her old clothes. Her mother never asked why there was a glance of blood in her clothes and why Sakura forgets the milk. Even if some hours after a man's body was found with his balls missing.

The girl didn't murmur not a bit when the most part of time she was on the hospital. Healing other was better than hurting others.

There was another deaths. Most time, she need to do.

But once in a while she just wished doing that. As merciless as it seens she didn't felt guilty for that deaths.

At fifteen she stoped counted how many she had killed. She keeped count how many she saved, tough.

The Embers

Sixteen, the red hair puppet took a piece of her. There are moments she was in danger but never so close of her own death. Breathless, with the katana in her stomache, blood in the floor, she realized she wasn't frightening. It was not the calm type of acceptance. It was just... Given up. Like that. Easy. Of her own life. So she try hard satying alive for Chyo-sama. For someone else. For anyone else. She put more and more in her mind, involuntarily - do It for them. For your precious people. For the next generations. She gradually started forgettng about herself.

"Be stronger. Be smarter. To keep them alive."

Sixteen, the man she loved tried kill her.

Sixteen, she tried kill the man she loved.

Seventen, war happened. War, destruction and blood, honor and duty. It's life and death. Hope and dispair. Loneless and Warm.

Seventeen, she was too lost for care the way she moved in front of Sasuke and Naruto.

Seventeen, the red of sensei's eyes look at her in panic - she never saw him like that. With so much sorrow. And guilty.

It happens at the same time. A torcion in realitty. Chidori. Rasengan. Mangekyou sharingan.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

And then she find herself in another place, diferent from what It was just a second before.

Seventen, she was bleeding in the grass floor, under strange trees with an unknown constelation in the sky.

Seventen, a creature murmuring in a language she couldn't understand was walking near. She tried move, but It was difficult. A dark, stink thing cames out.

"Maybe Its not an enemy."

The thing yell something and It was about to throw the axe in her head but Sakura's instinct and adrenaline made her the kunai in her holster and puting chakra and speed aiming for the creature. It pierce the throat. She look with disgusting the black fluid instead of red blood.

"For the God's sake. Where the hell Am I?"

Seventen. War happened. She survived.

But now she don't know where she is and how to came back.