All about him the cold wind blew. No moon tonight, and the stars were dim behind the thin cloud cover that blanketed the sky. Sitting there, quietly atop the ancient temple, he knew things were going to be changing soon. Knew that the fragile balance he had achieved within his own tainted soul would soon be violently tipped.
These things he could not ponder for much longer however, for the shadows of the forest were beginning to stir. He could feel them waking from their ancient slumbers, coming to life as though some great demon had taken hold of their puppet strings and pulled them taught.
A deep sigh flowed from his chilled lips,
"this is it," his voice was rasp, "this is the day I face my demons."
His body slipped silently into the night, and soon he was well on his way to facing his destiny. No more preparations could be made. No more last minute hesitations. It was either face the world now, or forever vanish into the darkness. He would not lose. He would not be forgotten in the pages of history. Tonight he made his stand, and tonight he would win.
