What are you getting at? He's smart, unfortunately. He's been alive since the dawn of creation. He has to know something. Something I don't. I have to make this quick. I step forward. I grip the staff. I just need to kill him in this feeble form. I shoot lightning out.

"Uoy snrub erif." I chant.

Fire erupts and circles him. He draws back. It will keep getting closer and closer to him. I reach my hand out. This is it. This is the final battle. This is where you die, uncle. Where your body will be. I shoot my hand out forward. The fire hits him. He slams into the ground. I walk forward. At last, it's over.

"It's over Uncle." I say.

He coughs up blood.

"Hmmmhmm." He chuckles.

I raise my staff.

"You've always acted hastily." He says. 

I was about to slam it into his head but I feel pain in my side. A burning pain. A pain I haven't felt before. I look down. I see the sword pierced in my skin. My eyes widen. Blood. I... I start shaking. Fear. I have never been injured before. I didn't even know I could bleed. Runaan starts running over. 

"See? You don't think." He rises. 

I draw back. I drop the staff. My eyes turn normal again. He rips out the sword. I let out a painful cry as blood drips from my mouth. He throws me back. Runaan catches me. I grip my side. For thousands of years I thought I was invincible. I never thought I was vincible. 

"That was a mistake." I push off of him.

I shoot my hand forward. My eyes glow but they flicker and they stop. I draw back. What the-? My spells... they didn't come out. What....? How is this possible? Where is my power? My power's.... gone.

"Look up dear boy." He points at the sky.

No...

"How is this possible?" Runaan asks.

The sky is black. The stars are gone. The moon is darkened.