Prolouge

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for the 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 Shadows lie.

Once...as we all know...there were powerful rings...each given to a member of an own certain group. The ones they called the Fellowship of the Ring were sent to destroy the one main ring that caused so much...but also attracted many angst along the way...now tis' differen't. Now things have changed...for things shall never be the same...and things are still yet to be revealed...

For the ring that had once been thought destroyed...had never really been. For the item had, but it's soul still roamed about in a far demention, sending calls to it's dear brother...another ring. This ring...the copy. This ring...which now holds mighty powers. This ring...is now the new found-holder...the new found curse...the new found...destiny...