Darkness was heading for the last Dunedain village in all Middle Earth. Sauron's servants were on the move. They were getting closer and closer every day.

"Keep moving!" an Orc shouted to his pack, "We don't stop till the line of the Dunedain has ended!"

Screams of the malicious Orcs echoed throughout the valley they were in. They quickly silenced themselves as they made their way into a forest. The forest that held the only Dunedain village. The forest kept the villages people safe and protected, but it seemed as though Sauron had found them.

All the Dunedain in the village had no idea what was in store for them or what they would become soon. Little did they know that all the Dunedain would go into extinction, except for one little boy. And his name was, Aragorn.