The Account of Isilda

Tia didn't waste a moment. After leaving the village, she traveled by horse, by cart, by flying broom...

Two weeks later, she walked through Minas Tirith and was shown down to the library within. She pulled out a great sheath of old papers, removing her hat, sitting down, and read through the great pile. Looking through maps and many scribings, she eventually came across the page she has been looking for.

"The year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isilda, the High King of Blacked Kingdom, and the finding of the Ring of Ruler."

"...It has come to me, the One Ring, and it shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain. But that's worth it. I find a chain, put it through the ring, and wearing it around my neck. Now no one can take my precious ring from me..."

"...All women I ever wanted now bow before me. I am their one and only master. I order one of them to be tied and whipped with thorn vines, and she only screams in pleasure. I have a new idea..."

Tia suddenly felt nausea, but she continued to read.

"...Girls I sleep with becoming pregnant. Every single one of them. Not that I care, but..."

"... I can feel it! Someone close to me tries to destroy my precious! Who? I must find a method!... All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate, for I shall risk no hurt to the Ring..."

"...The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared. A secret now that only fire can tell..."