Dusk falls over the hollow grounds. Fog rolls in standing around two feet off the ground. Small rocks in rows and columes line the ground. Thick decrepid trees circle the area, spread among the stones willow treeshang poking at the deep fog. The moons rays shimmer around the grounds, an owl can be heard as it glides across the field Wolf howls. two rivals are destine to meet as fate had named it long ago these twos futures lay in each others hands will they die or will they live only the future knows.' "and what would that be buddha?" he ask