A lone preacher, stands alone in the middle of the desert, head arched toward the sky, his thoughts scattered among the stars.
Look up at that moon, like a red eyeball glistening in the sky, staring down at us.
Suddenly, a thought comes to him, a thought that shakes him violently from his dream-like world. He shudders, as he cannot remove the image of a familiar face from his mind's eye.
And recall that man's name, his legend.
Unable to stand anymore, the man gives way to his humanity, and succumbs to his exhaustion. Collapsed on the desert sand, he stares into the vast sky, knowing he cannot put it off any longer. His continued existence, he felt, was luck, and his had finally run out.
The time has come,
Finally, his mind wanders to all the people that died by his hands. However, rather than feel remorse, he is filled with a new sense of determination, as he struggles to his feet once more, continuing the path that was not yet meant to end.
...and the only tale which should be told is that of the footsteps that lead into the future.