A thick fog covered the peaks of the Iron Hills. Out of the mist appeared a wraith-like creature. Bright red eyes scanned the area for any sign of living creatures and focused on a small crow fruitlessly trying to pull a worm out of the ground. The wraith slowly glided towards it reaching out of its tattered robes with deathly white hands. Sensing something was wrong, the crow looked up and saw a demonic creature staring at it hungrily. With a shrill screech, the bird frantically began to flap its wings. The wraith made a grabbing motion and the crow seemed to freeze in midair. An aura of light surrounded the crow and slowly seeped towards the wraith. Finally, the crow fell to the ground, dead.
A few moments later, an orc trotted up and lowered his head with respect. "Master, I have assembled the Uruk-hai. Shall we proceed?"
The wraith turned. "Not yet", it whispered softly, "Continue gathering forces. It will take a while for me to absorb enough energy to begin searching. I'm going to need more power than I had in my past life." It then glided westward, in search of more prey.
The orc nodded and got up to follow its master. "Yes… Saruman."
A/N: Sorry it's a bit short. I'll make the next chapter longer.
