A Dark and Bloody Dawn

[Kitaria]

I myself have decided to write a story about Kit and her past, with the help and ideas of others, this may not be spellbinding story since it is my first time, and also there will be long waits between chapters since (to my annoyance) I still have no computer, I hope people enjoy it for the most part, and that the rateing is PG-13. (I may also change the name, but I don't think I will)

[Kitaria]

(A/N It has began, so please bear with me. )

Prologue

A normal working day has come to it’s end in Middle earth, and no less than a small group of rangers, tired from their day, they sit around a campfire and sharing stories of their experiences and life history.
Kit is among them, lost in her own world of thoughts and not really interested to contribute, so doesn't say anything.
Langon, noticing her silence comes over to her. "Maybe you should tell your story tonight Kit?" He suggests to the halfbreed.
Kit looks at him.
"Why should I? It is painful, and no one would want to know about." Kit looks at the ground as she says this, not making eye contact.
The others have stopped talking amongst themselves, and look at her. "We haven't heard your story, Kit you should tell it." one of the rangers remark, the others soon agree.
Kit, who was in no mood for sharing, glared at them for a moment then realizing she will have to one day anyway, sighs, "fine... its about time people should know, and just to say this may take a while..." she says calmly but firmly, the other rangers nod their understanding and settle to listen, Kit takes a deep breath…
"We will start at the very beginning, in the Uruk-hai breeding pits of Isengard..."

Chapter 1: Child of the Hunt

Down in the dark, deep and chaotic home of the Uruk-hai breeding pits, beings are brought into this world, beings that are to bring doom and destruction to the race of man, in his coming hour of triumph.
Orcs, Uruk-hai, and halfbreeds, created and trained to only kill or maim all in it’s path, the calling cry of war in their blood, hatred like death in their veins, even for each other;
"Baalak glob ulub snork." (halfbreed filth! their worthless!) an orc hatefully mutters, watching some halfbreeds walk around or simply be armored.
The orc turned when nearby shouts was heard, soon it began to draw the attention of everyone, a small group was forming in the middle of the pits, all eyes drawn to something in the centre, small hisses and mutters cloud the air.

The lone figure in the middle pays no attention to them, it’s attention is on holding an orc by the throat, but soon growing bored drops him, the orc, now a bit perturbed, soon stands up and runs for his life.
Mutters are heard as the orc runs free: "This one is a female...", "Why is this halfbreed female?" and many other kind of remarks of that fashion.
"A female? This one doesn't look like it can fight at all." One orc mutters then heads over to her.
The female watches him as he gets closer, the orc walks around her surveying her, eyeing her up and down, suddenly he grabs her by the head and drags her to the side away from the others.
The female looks down at him confused,

"Just as I thought… a weakling!" the orc said to the others, they all started to laugh and he turned to walk away, he felt the back of his neck being grabbed, surprised to find it is the female. She turns him towards her, then growls at him showing her teeth, before flinging him far away from her, right in to a wall.
"Not...weak..ling..." The female mutters her voice is lighter than the others, she then turns and begins to walk away, then stops.
She is now face to face with an Uruk-hai, who grabs her and drags to a place, there is an orc, and another uruk waiting there, she looks around confused.

The orc looks at the uruks "Hold her down." he commanded
"hm?" she mutters, then growls as the uruks pin her down by her arms and legs, she struggling hard to get free.
The orc takes out a branding iron, the image of a skull upon it, he put the hot iron onto the female’s skin, burning her and marking her.
The female fiercely fights to get free, but is unable to break the grip of the uruks. One of the uruk then places his hand on her back, leaving the white hand mark of Saruman upon it, near the branding mark.
"Release her and stand back!" The orc says and moves out of the way, the uruks let go of her and do so.
The female, angry of being hurt and branded suddenly then turns violently, grabbing a nearby crate, she smashed it in to the wall shattering it, the uruks in a way are slightly startled.

She grabs one of the shards of wood, and fiercely flings it at the orcs head, it misses barely, and was now deeply embedded into a wooded pole.
"Shall not miss next time..." She says harshly and glares at the orc, the orc looks at the stake that nearly took his head then at the female.
"This one, is going to be more of a threat, then we ever thought of..." The orc muttered, now wary of her, almost scared.

The female still slightly in pain and completely angry, storms off growling at those who come near her, and then she sits on a large rock which is now above ground, having been removed when the pits were dug up. It is night fall, but the sound of night is over whelmed by the shouts of the orcs, the sound of trees beginning pulled down, ripped from their home, crashing to to ground, and the pounding of metal.
'Its so noisy...' She thinks to herself, and looks up at the full moon, whose appearance is now of a dark orangish red then pale yellow do to the smoke from the fires. "Zatal za is ta, the ran...hmmm." (So this is it, the moon.)She says muttering to herself.

An orc climbs the long winding stairs of Orthanc, a bit wary how he is going to explain the news to Saruman. "This isn't good, how am I, how will I, hmm.." Muttering to himself very troubled, knowing what will happen if Saruman is angered about this news, and going to take it out on him.
He pauses before entering the large room having one last though about the grim fate that could await him. The moonlight outside gives the room an eerie and more light then the few candles scattered around the room. Saruman is looking in a book, as the orc nervously enters the room.

"uhh.. sir.." The orc looks nervously at Saruman. "What do you have to say?" Saruman says calmly and turns to face the orc.
"Umm.. well I have some bad news, and something odd to tell you..." The orc still wary of Saruman, who looks at him somewhat losing his patience from the many interruptions.
"Well some of the halfbreeds have finish their training, and some of them escaped shortly afterward, while others died during training..." The orc is slightly ducking thinking he shall get hit.

"Is that all the news you have?" Saruman says coldly looking down at him. "well... ummm... yes and no sir..." The orc is a tad surprised he didn't get hit, Saruman looks at him oddly. "what else is there then?"
"Well, umm, some new halfbreeds have hatched, and...umm one of them is different..." the orc looks at him still wary.
"What do you mean by different?" Saruman is getting slightly annoyed with the orc. "Well umm... Its a female sir." the orc says still wary.
"A female?" He asked looking at the orc. "Yes sir." The orc nods.
"hmm... can she fight?" Saruman says turning away from the orc, to look back in the book. "Well, yes it looks like she can, she already nearly killed three orcs, and knocked one of them out throwing him against a wall."
The Orc looks around the room as the shadows flicker on the wall, from the candle light. "Hmmm alright then... you can leave me be now..." Saruman says calmly, as he looks in to the book. "Yes, will do."
The orc turns and leaves the room, still a bet surprised that he didn't get hit.
"Hmmm... I think I see some promise with this one." Saruman says coldly to himself.

The Female still sits on the rock while still getting some of the odd gunk that is on her, she then pauses and thinks. 'What am I called besides baalaklob(she halfbreed)?'
She tilts her head slightly in thought. "hmmm..." she mutters as she contemplates what she should call herself with various ideas for names. She then gets an idea.
'Kit..ar...ia... Kitaria...yes that will work...Kit... will work.' She thinks contently to herself.

From behind her a large Uruk-hai comes up and grabs her by the back of the neck, " Come on Snorkaath(worthless dog), its time for your training to begin." He says coldly with a sneer as he harshly drags her against her will, to where her and the others will be training.

(A/N Comments and reviews are welcomed)