Even in the darkest of times there is always hope. But sometimes fear clouds our vision. Sometimes our strength gives out. And yet sometimes when all seems lost a light shines through the darkness and we are reminded that even the smallest amount of courage can turn the tides of war. You recall The Legend of Spyro and he and Cynder's quest to defeat the Dark Master but his tale doesn't end there it continues with the collision of two worlds similar but never supposed to meet.
Three rings for the Elves 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,
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 Modor where Shadows lie.