The Battle of The Titans
After the prolonged battle for protection of the Minas Tirith and the quest to destroy the ring of supreme and ultimate power, Frodo and The Fellowship of The Ring could heave a sigh of relief. How delighted he was after all the efforts and torturous nightmares he had to trek through to reach the goal once bestowed upon him, he could now live a delightful life in the Shire.
Meanwhile Harry Potter had eliminated a major threat to Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. Voldemort had met his demise. Or at least that is what Harry and the world believed…… You-Know-Who being one of the most powerful dark wizards had yet again managed to deceive death. Dark magic had decided not to give up on him and had transported him to the Undying Lands where he was living a condemned half-life. The instigator that could help him survive and make him powerful again was Gandalf’s staff but it was in The Shire under the protection of Gandalf the White and Frodo. One that could make even the fragile, invincible.
Harry Potter was in his 30’s now and was living a domesticated life, he was a respected manager at the Ministry of Magic and was living a happy and contented life.
Voldemort’s hunger for power was not doused as he needed a quick source of magic to get some powers, he decided to seek blessing from one of the Grand High Wizards, he walked miles from scorching deserts to freezing lands and finally reached the palace of “Radagast”. He sneaked in as swift and quiet as a mouse and came out with several potions of power. The first one that he thought of taking was the Potion of Growth and Energy, he gulped it in large quantities, his body escalated at supersonic speed, even more enormous than the most gigantic of trolls and as lethal as the entire army of Minas Tirith.
Frodo was enjoying a quiet life in The Shire. He boasted his heroic acts and everybody referred to him as ‘The Saviour’. He felt proud and delighted. He had decided to spend his hours in the comfort of his house and laze around but was ignorant about what evil was stomping his way. The horror!
Voldemort had been stopped in his way by The Enchanted Forest “The House of Darkness” Voldemort knew the complications so he decided to use the Upsurge Potion. As soon as it went down his throat, humongous legs started to appear and made him elastic too. He took enormous strides and sprinted at a tremendous speed and leapt over the dense forest. His speed had accelerated so immensely that he could cross oceans in a leap and cause terror in the hearts with his hideous figure.
Frodo, on the other hand, was sunk in a life of idle pleasure. He was joined by his friends at his home where they rejoiced and filled themselves with huge cakes, buns and ales. They danced to the soothing music, shared their adventures and were having fun like never before. Even Gandalf, The White was present there with his extremely powerful staff.
Even though Frodo had retired from his life of adventures, he had an unsettling and gnawing feeling inside him that suggested there was some unfinished business and that his days as a warrior were not over. Though he felt merry in his post-retirement lifestyle, he knew that his soul would always crave for adventure and action. Little did he know that his craving for thrill and peril would be met sooner than he had imagined because Voldemort was on his way.
The power of both the potions that Voldemort had used was diminishing rapidly. But he possessed yet another potion, which had the power to summon the army of the dead.
The Shire was in his sight and the staff was in his reach. The only people that could stop Voldemort and his army were the heroes of the lands, warriors of the people, The Fellowship of The Ring.
As soon as the potion to command The Army of The Dead was used, Voldemort unleashed havoc. A sensation appeared inside him and from within himself rose, The Devil, a frightening mixture of the rage of Satan, the vigour of Anubis and the command of Saruman. Beside him an army of orcs, zombies and even the atmosphere turned evil. He who must not be named had risen, powerful than ever and had come back in a savage form. His veins were filled with lava, his size enlarged and the gift of turning into the most vicious and savage beasts. A crown of command appeared and the beast was summoned, The Animal of Death, the combination of the most terrifying of creatures consisting of Sauron’s dark magic inside and Cerberus’s fierce figure outside.
They marched forward at an exceptional speed and the ground shook vigorously, Frodo and Gandalf rushed to the weaponry and sent coded messages to the gallant warriors of the lands and summoned the Army of Truth. At the break of dawn, both armies stood facing each other and the horn of war was sounded.
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