Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,

Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,

One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne

In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

In the Land of Mordor where the Dark Lord was defeated and his ambition doomed to die.

His life fell short before his time

A boy of twelve, forgotten and betrayed

Murdered by his friend and left to die

A power of another world came from the sky

A new purpose he shall have and from his rage his power will grow

His name shall be feared, his name the world will forever know.

A hand wreathed in lightning

Red eyes bleeding in hatred

A person whom I considered a friend

His hand where my heart was

A bond broken, a life lost

That was what I remember

One could easily see that my life was not an easy one, from the moment I was born all I knew was sorrow and despair. The day of my birth was the day my parents died, my father to protect his home and my mother to protect her son.

That same day I was given a burden no child should have to carry, one that would condemn me to a life of hate and loneliness, to see nothing but the darkness all mankind have in their hearts.

My childhood was full of sadness, although no one would dare harm me the people of my village did all they could to torment me. I was ignored, scorned, spat on and hated. Parents hid their children from me, teachers ignored me, no one cared about me yet they all expected the same of me. Loyalty

I was a Jinchuuriki

I was the power of the human sacrifice, a living weapon to be used by the village whenever they saw fit.

To them I was never a person, just a reminder of those they lost and a weapon in times of war.

What could anyone expect a child to do in such a life. I was ignored so I looked for attention, I was hated so I relished in any kind of affection, I was alone so I sought after any form of company, even animals.

All the sorrow, the loneliness, the hate and the anger I felt was pushed deep down. It was the only way I could remain sane in face of such torment.

I attended the shinobi academy so I could one day earn people's respect as a warrior even though I would have been forced to either way. I declared that I would one day become Hokage so everyone would have to respect me. Ignorance is indeed bliss.

When I became a Genin things got better, fewer people scorned me and I got to see the world. I travelled the continent, I saved the people of Wave country, I rescued the Princess of Snow country I even helped save a village or two.

I thought people would recognise my achievements, that I would be seen as a person after all I had done. I fought for the village when the sand and sound invaded and I took on a raging Bijuu and won.

Yet nothing changed, to them I was still the same

When the day came that my friend abandoned his home I went after him to bring him back. When my teammates stayed behind I kept going.

I found him

We talked

We fought

And at the end of it the person who I saw as a brother stabbed me through the heart with his lightning blade.

I was killed by my best friend

I died nothing more than a pariah

I died alone, unloved, unwanted.

But that was not the end.

In the world of shinobi death is apart of a day's work yet few know of what happens when we pass on from this world.

For me it was a daunting experience, I felt myself travel to a great void of unending emptiness. Then as if waking from slumber I felt myself return to the place I lost my life.

Many believe that with death your soul ascends to a greater realm. Another world beyond the physical. For me I never left for even as my body died my spirit lingered on.

I saw my beaten bloody carcass lay there rotting in the water.

Then it happened

By some unnatural and otherworldly power I experienced something beyond this world.

Then I saw it.

The darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time, I wandered far upon roads that I cannot not tell and I saw a life that was not my own.

I saw a dark lord, I saw a great eye wreathed in flame.

I felt the power of the shadows.

I learnt of the great knowledge of the world's substances I learnt of magic and sorcery.

I saw great armies rise and fall, an island sink beneath the sea and a ring of immense power destroyed in a fiery mountain.

I saw the life of Marion, of Annatar, of Sauron the Deceiver and I felt all his knowledge come into my being.

Then I felt something familiar through pass through my mind.

I saw my life, the life of Naruto, the life of a poor lonely boy striving for affection and any hint of recognition.

I felt all the hate I once suppressed, all the loneliness I hid away, all the sorrow I pushed aside come flooding back. Unable to be hidden under a mask of joy.

My mind became torn between the lives of Sauron and Naruto Uzumaki.

I know not of how I saw these things or how they allowed my spirit to persevere. But looking back I thank whatever divine power had gifted to me this otherworldly power.

For it gave me strength beyond the comprehension of shinobi.

My mind remained that of Naruto but I gained in turn the power and knowledge of a dark lord.

With my body dead my soul had become a formless spirit without mass. I was invisible, intangible and without a voice to speak.

After my mind came to terms with the two lives that had combined I lost all reasonable thought and conscious choice.

For many days I wondered the sky, a toy of the wind unable to move by my own means.

My mind was lost as the knowledge of Sauron sunk in, the lives of Naruto and Sauron slowly melded into one and my thoughts were nothing more than wild instinct.

To say the least my death was an incredibly unusual experience. At first I was nothing more than a spirit without a body at the mercy of the winds and with nothing but my own incoherent thoughts.

But in time I felt strength return to my being and soon I realised that I could move on my own accord.

I began to float aimlessly over the ground. Nothing could see me as I passed by but both animal and person alike would react to my presence. Some would shudders as if a cold chill passed up their spine, others would turn to face me only to see nothing. It was quite amusing.

As I floated amiss the scattered memories of Sauron played in my mind. Whatever happened to me had only allowed me to see parts of this beings life yet not the whole picture. I saw his fall from grace and rise into power, I saw his wars against many foes and his eventual defeat. The details escaped me for it appeared that while I could recollect the knowledge of the dark lord I could not recall much of his memories.

From him I learnt of the chemical properties of earth and stone, for in my wondering I could recollect the properties of almost any substance I saw. How hot wood must be before it burns, how long it takes before sediment turns to stone, how metal when folded and tempered becomes harder and stronger. I learnt of the great Magic's Sauron had learnt, of enchantments, of spellcasting and of ring forging.

These things which seemed natural to know were certainly not from my experience as Naruto Uzumaki. Sauron it seemed was a being of great knowledge. Knowledge that I for some reason had gained.

I guess that was a blessing in disguise, as with such knowledge I could do many great things and if I had the memories of countless ages as Sauron combined with twelve years as Naruto Uzumaki then I would cease as Naruto altogether.

My perception of time was blurred in the days and weeks following my death. I could not judge the passing of each day if it were not for the sudden appearance of the sun and moon. What to me felt like moments as strength returned to my spirit were in fact months passing before me.

As my power grew slowly but surely I felt more of my mind come back to me. It was if I was in a haze of consciousness but not true awareness.

The only thing I knew was blank awareness and the strange knowledge that filled my mind as I floated around the world with no purpose.

Moments of clarity came at random, during these moments I became aware of who I was, what I wanted and what I am doing. Yet soon I returned to mindless wandering feeling nothing but emptiness in my spirit.

In time as my spirit grew in strength my awareness over my actions became absolute, I don't know how long it had been since I became what I was. Nevertheless I began to move about with purpose.

It took some time to come to terms with what I was as well as what I could now do.

In time I discovered that as my strength grew my ability to influence the world became greater with each day

At first I could only make subtle noises barely above that of a whisper, or push objects ever so slightly. Being a ghost was quite annoying, but not without its advantages.

As a formless spirit no barrier could stop me, I could pass through walls and doors as if they were but air. I could move faster and further than any living being.

In my solitude I began to recollect upon my life in Konoha, the torment I endured and the life I was forced to live.

Perhaps I missed my Home, maybe I had grown lonely and wanted to see a familiar face, whatever the reason I traveled back to a place I called Home.

When my spirit came upon the leaf I saw a bustling metropolis buzzing with activity, I saw the smile of the citizens, people laughing and children playing without a acre in the world.

It was as if i had never died, or perhaps my death was so meaningless that no one had even thought to care for me.

When the children laughed I remembered my tears.

When the people's smiles I remembered my loneliness.

And when night came and everyone went to bed I remembered the nights I spent overcome by sorrow and self pity knowing that no one cared for me.

I was nothing to them in life as I was in death.

I was just another fallen shinobi, another casualty. No one cared about me, no one loved me. I was nothing

But not for long

In that moment I felt an unimaginable rage and desire for destruction, emotions that I had never felt in life beyond that which words can ever describe. In that moment I realised what I wanted and in that moment I decided that I would devote my entire being to such a cause.

If the life of Sauron had given me anything worthwhile then it was the experience and knowledge to carry out my new ambition.

Perhaps it had changed my personality, changed my emotions

I didn't care for I knew what I wanted

To destroy the village hidden in the leaf.

To destroy the place I was born to protect and had died for.

Clouds appeared over the hidden leaf, bolts of lightning fell upon the village as without warning a great storm fell from the heavens. The winds battered houses, rain poured over the rooftops, people ran for cover as no one could tell how this storm came about. As soon as it came the cloud disappeared, the sun shone again and the people were left puzzled.

I saw that day that through my rage I had strength, my anger was power and by god was I angry, all my life I tried to gain the acceptance of these people only to be scorned and forgotten.

I will make these people remember me. They will mourn the days the hurt me and I will make them beg for mercy.

Now all I had to do was find a place to start.