Chapter 22:
Travis was inside Minas Morgul, preparing for the war that his father was about to start with the help of the Witch-king of Angmar and him. Travis was inside a room, changing into a black outfit that was suitable for the task at hand. Travis dressed the dark outfit up with high black boots, that came to the bottom of his knees. Then he put his quiver on, along with strapping his dual blades. And finally he put on Morgoth's old crown. Everything was in place and Travis was ready for war.
Travis looked at himself in the mirror. He saw a man, dressed in a black outfit, but he didn't see himself. At least not anymore. Travis was lost and confused. He didn't know right from wrong anymore. He had listened to his father for so long, that he doesn't know what he thinks is best or wrong. The Witch-king of Angmar came into the room, so Travis stopped staring at the mirror and turned around.
"The time has come." Said the Witch-king of Angmar.
Travis then nodded his head. "Well then, let's get to it." Replied Travis.
Travis tried to walk past the Witch-king of Angmar, but he grabbed him by the arm, causing him to stop. Travis looked at the Witch-king of Angmar, who was looking at him.
"What is it?" Said Travis.
"You look good. You always have." Replied the Witch-king of Angmar.
The Witch-king of Angmar let go of his arm and walked off. Even though the compliment was sweet, Travis hated the fact that it came from the Witch-king of Angmar. But, he stopped thinking about it and went downstairs, where he saw a army of orcs waiting. Along with Sadron and a fell beast, saddled up and ready for the battle at hand.
Travis held his head high and put on a serious face, he walked over to Sadron. He put his hands on the saddle and put his left foot in the stirrup, as he pulled himself up onto Sadron. Travis grabbed the reins and held them in his hands, as he placed his right foot in the other stirrup. Before he could ride up to the front of the orc army, the Witch-king of Angmar stopped him once again. He looked down at Travis.
"We ride to Osgilath and then to Minas Tirith." Said the Witch-king of Angmar.
"Very well." Replied Travis.
The Witch-king of Angmar walked away and went over to the fell beast where he climbed onto it's back. Travis rode Sadron to the front of the orc army and waited for the gate to open. And once they were, Travis led the army out of Minas Morgul, while the Witch-king of Angmar looked on from the sky. They were heading to Osgilath, where they would trick the soldiers of Minas Tirith, and then the main battle will commence between Mordor and the people of Minas Tirith.