[Shadow_Staar]

Ala slowly climbed up the tree, but spit on the orc at the bottom before she positioned herself.
"Aman, whats wrong?" Ala looked at the concerned face on her friend.
"It's just that whenever I try to see or try to speak to Rosa, well, I see blood."
"Blood? Why blood?"
"I don't know, mabey she...I don't know, its just weird." Aman looked down at the ground, "Well lets change the subject. Tell me why you have such and undying hate for the orcs, I mean we all hate them...but you just seemed to have a horrible, bloody past with them."
"My past," SHe paused,"My past is bloody, and ugly. Are you sure you want to know?"
Aman nodded, and leaned forward to hear better.
"It started with my grandmother, she was very well respected amoung a group of Saurons black witches. She and my mother were both deeply involved in the dark arts. They tried and tried to get me to be like them, but it just felt odd being around them. I was scared of them. I could feel their souls turning into a black nothingness." She sighed, "When my grandmother tried to kill my brother, i still dont no why, i watched my father kill her. I saw how she screamed, but she never asked for mercy. She put a curse on him. The curse of the dead. It bound him to rome the earth, after he died, as a searching soul. He had to no where to go. I managed to break that curse, but it cost him his life, and half of my soul.
"After I freed him. My mother left for a year, then came back. She along with my brother were attacked by a group of Sauron's men and orcs. You see, my mother had become a bit softer, not much, but a bit. She thot i was fool for sacraficing part of my soul to save my father. But Sauron thot she would turn. But i knew she wouldn't. I saw the orcs coming, and i wanted to fight. I wanted to kill them. They were the ones who took my little cuzin, and killed him as a sacrafice. The orcs came, and they killed my brother, but my mother managed to kill most of them, before they left. I went to her, and i cried. She yelled at me for that. She said, 'Dont cry child. It's weak, and so is the side of good, they ar Thick as Theives. You may think that Sauron killed me, but it was you child. You could have saved me, YOUR mother, if only you would be like me. Your weak child, weak.' then she died in my arms. I havn't shed one tear since that day." Alateriel Darkstar, for the first time, since that day, she one single tear.