Cataclysm

Atop a mountain lives a famous man. Why is he famous? Well, this man has the power to turn a small lump of gold into anything you could ever desire. One day, a stranger made his way to the top of the mountain. He knocked on the door three times and it opened. The stranger waited, but there was silence. "Hello?" called the stranger, "Is the old man here?" There was no answer. The stranger tip-toed into the house and looked around. All about were caged birds, mountains of clothing, and enough food to feed an army. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from deep within, "Who intrudes upon my domain?" The stranger was so startled by the noise, he nearly fell over. "Old man of the mountain, I have a request for you," said the stranger, his hands shaking in fear. "Before you ask," said the old man, "I have a request for you as well." The stranger waited. And waited. "Wha-" "Do you know what my request is?" interrupted the old man. "No, sir," said the stranger. The old man slowly moved in from the halls. The stranger could now see his enormous figure, thick robe trailing on the ground, and long, grey hair. "Well," boomed the old man, and he turned his back sharply to the stranger, "if you don't know, then I'm not gonna tell you." The old man stomped off down the hall.