Ghost Rider chased the Wraith through the Canadian mountains, this buisness was seriously getting old. The wraith he was chasing however, was not like any specter HE'D ever captured. Something was making it, and the horse it rode go faster then even his bike. It had terrorised little villages, claiming it was "looking for something", an EYE from what he was told. All he knew is that it had spilled much inocent and for that it had to pay. Suddenly it stopped and wheeled around, sword drawn making a sweeping motion for his head. He bent backward on his bike, avoiding the slash, and struck out as it past with his chain. The strike made contact with the wraith, but after striking it on its shoulder, it grabbed the chain and pulled, yanking the Ghost Rider off of his bike. His bike stopped on its own and waited for him to mount again, but before he could he realised that speeding towars him out of the tree's were 2 more wraiths charging on steeds towards him. As one tried to run him over, he opened his jaws and let out a hellish burst of flame. It made the horse pull back on its hind legs, that was enough time for Ghost Rider, he made a fire ball in his fist and threw it full force at the wraith on its back. It knocked the Wraith off of his mount, clawing at his inflamed face. Suddenly he heard squeel, and turned around in time to see a wraith bare down on him with it's blade drawn. He braced for the sword to meet his skull, but instead only saw some kind of purple energy block it. He looked to his right to see an....intrestingly dressed woman blocking the blade with a energy like blade of her own. She kicked out, at the wraith, the sound of a boot hitting metal sounded, but the wraith still went back.
"Your that mutant..." Ghost Rider said reckognising her, "Your welcome." She huffed as she prepared for another attack. The wraith who had been kicked now stood.
"Thanks. You got a name lady?" Ghost Rider asked, inflaming one hand, with his chain in the other. "Psylocke." She said. "Nice name." Ghost RIder responded, then whistled. His bike came roaring from out of the tree's and ran the wraith over. "What brings YOU here, Psylocke?" The two wraiths from before now charged them from the shadows on their horses. "Could ask you the same." She retorted, "I'm supposed to stop these things from escaping with something called, The eye of Isengard. YOU?"
Ghost RIder shrugged, "I catch guys that look like him." Suddenly there was a screech and something swooped down out of the night sky and snatched up psylocke. As he turned behind him, he could see it was some kind of dragon, riding on which was another hooded wraith. "Great, I hate dragons." he muttered. He jumped up in time for his bike to run undernieth him, landed on the seat, and gave chase. They were on the other side of the mountains now, from what he could tell as he rode after the beast, they were heading towards some sort of ruins. Suddenly he heard a screech from above, and saw Psylocke stabbing at the dragons foot which held her, with her energy blade...THING.
It dropped her, and he reared his bike up so that it would jump off a near by formation of slanted rocks. He caught her in mid air, and landed on his feet, as his bike did the same, then wheeled itself around to return to its rider. "How many of these things are there?" he asked putting her down. "Nine, the proffesser says." Psylocke said dusting herself off, then she pointed in the direction they'd come. "And here comes number four."
But it didn't charge them but slowed down its horse, it's fellow riders reared up and rode to his side, even the one on the dragon lowered his beast to hover over him. From his cloak, the fourth one produced a small black, orb of stone.
"THATS IT!" Psylocke exclaimed and ran towards the group, "Aw shoot, WAIT!" Ghost rider called after her and hopped on his bike. The orb suddenly began to GLOW, then seemed to explode into fire, fire that engulfed the whole group like a bubble, and Psyclocke who couldn't stop herself. Suddenly the group began to fade with in the glowing, flaming orb. Before they, or psylocke faded away completely, Ghost RIder drove his bike right into it. "I hope this isn't the dumbest thing I've ever-"
VOOSH! He, Psylocke, the firey bubble, and the 5 wraiths vanished into thin air.
When Ghost Rider regained consiousness, he found himself in a land that anoyingly resembled... "Aw nuts! Am I in hell AGAIN!?" he said.
"No, Mordor. Said a voice from behind him, it was Psylocke. "That Eye of Isengard transported us here."
"Why'd they even need it?" Ghost Rider asked picking himself up, since Psylocke wasn't offering.
"They needed to bring it back from OUR demension where it was kept out of their grasp." She responded, "It's needed to find an astrial psychic fugative from OUR world named Shadow King. He's hoping to take over the mind of some....Aragon person, and Conquer this place."
"Whats next?" Ghost Rider asked, "This place is crawling with EVIL, to much for me to take care of at once."
Psylocke waited, "The proffesser is still in contact with me, but its faint. He's telling us we have to get out of here before we're seen." "By who?" GHost Rider asked.
"THAT THING." she responded as she pointed to a tower, on which was a firey red EYE.
"I hate you Strange." GHost Rider said to himself as he remembered he sent him in the first place.