To Rule Them All

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

(I don't own shit)
                                                                     

Prologue

A hooded man stood, watching out across the land, this man, was Talion, the one they called the Bright Lord once, now just another man who was only trying to resist the power of the ring he wore

"Talion held back the forces of darkness, for decades... but the dark lord's ring had a will of it's own"

The sky and air around him shifted to a sickly green glow, a ghostly figure, seeming to appear out of thin air, walked towards the undead man, this wraith, was the Witch King of Angmar

"It's over" the Witch King said, his voice sounding as if it echoed through the void itself "Together we will turn towards middle-earth" the ringwraith said as he laid a hand on Talion's shoulder, the man took one last look to the land before him, before turning to the Witch King, as he did this, he himself became tbe ghostly green that the ringwraith was, as more of the Nine Nazgul arrived from the sky in their balls of smoke and dark magic

"Talion finally fell, and joined the Nine... In the years that followed the one rimg was found, and the newest of the Nazgul traveled with his brothers to the shire in pursuit of the new ring bearer"

"But then..."

"After decades of war, Darkness gave way to Light, a new fellowship... and an unlikely hero...

"Death came"

"Death to Sauron"

"Death to his dominion"

"And death... to Talion, who walked out of darkness... and found freedom"

"But our story, does not end here, in a last ditch attempt to preserve his power, Sauron banished one of the Nazgul to another land, where he could rebuild his power, and conquer all that is living..."
                                                                     

Chapter 1: Awakening

A bright light flashed in a forest, followed by a deep groan, birds were scared from the trees, and many animals dared not go near due to the massive amounts of dark magic flowing from it

In the heart of this forest, a figure stood, he wore a very prickly suit of armor, with a sword strapped to his back and an awfully intimidating looking mask, the mask appeared to have no eye holes, no mouth holes, nothing, just 9 spikes large enough to cover his entire face, and yet he seemed to be looking around as if he could see everything clear as day

With one hand, he gripped the handle of his sword, the clawed gauntlets wrapped snuggly around the handle, while the ring he wore on his index finger glowed brightly, he drew the sword as he walked through the woods

This man, was the last of the Nine Nazgul, once humble servants of tje dark lord, now, however... he no longer had any idea what he was ment to do, this man had been alive for at least 300 years, if not more, his memories being wiped away, and the thing that once urged him to fall to the dark power was gone... he was free, after all these year's he was free, only he had no name, he was no one, in a land he does not know

"Hello" he shouted, his voice still having that slight echo the other Nazgul had, after receiving no answer, he enter his wraith vision, the world around him going dark as the living popped up, some with a blue hue, some with a white, and some with a red, but thats not what he was looking for, looking to the ground, the last Nazgul found a trail, footprints that seemed human enough, as well as some strange tracks, much too big for a cart

Shrugging, the Last Nazgul decided, against his better nature, to follow the tracks

And so began a new adventure for the Last Nazgul, one that would leave his actions bouncing through time, be his decision good or bad