The figure chuckled; his breathing raspy as he glared at the young man before him. Its eyes glimmered in the pale light as the moon from overhead took its place from the sun, a dull brown, life fleeting from within every second. "You have seemingly forgotten, as powerful as you are, you cannot change destiny." A lanky, boney finger protruded out from the figure's long, grey sleeve, pointing directly at the man. "You see, you and I are not different. Not at all."