• The Silence was broken. Steps echoed down the long flight of stairs, reaching the dark rooms ears. The High Preist of the Tralics Covenant walked quickly, fire burning in his eyes and heart. " I shall End it." he said tightly, seemingly to his own hand. But, no. In his hand was a whip, a whip with priceless metals tied to the tips of its nine tails.

    When his voice broke the silence, the whip seemed to glow, casting an etheral light upon the dark rooms occupants. A girl and a boy sat on opposite sides of the room, a long peice of cloth fading from black to white stretching between them. It was chained to the floor by a metal unheard of in current times. He lifted the whip and walked toward the two.

    Only then did the light of the whip fell properly on the two on the floor. Their ankles were chained to the floor, as were their hands.
    The girl shifted slightly, but the boy moved not at all. They both felt the Preists pressence, even though each was blindfolded.

    Only one felt fear.

    Her heart pounded under her ample bossom and her breath quickened slightly. She alone had felt the lash of the Three Three's.
    It was a monstrous thing. " I take from you your Shade." the Preist said darkly in a language none knew.

    Then her tore her vest down to her wrists and whipped her bare back. And for the first time in almost five-thousand years, she screamed. The Black of her faded, leaving behind more nuetral colors, such as brown and cream. Her hair became drained of all black, becoming instead a brownish gold.

    And still she screamed.

    Hours later, after all of her essence that could be removed had been done so, she shifted, calling to the mind of a young monk. I must escape. was her only thought.

    And when another pair of feet stood before her silent and unseeing form, she used her Yang to free her feet. The Monk did not even flinch after he had undone her chains and severed the cloth at the chain.

    Yarrow, as she was known, stood silently, then drew the monk to her and kissed him passionatly. Then she pulled her veskit back up to cover her ravaged back and followed him up the stairs, out of the Covenant, and into freedom.

    ~ The Epic~

    Yin and Yang, Oak and Yarrow.
    Life and Death, Happiness and Sorrow.

    Keepers of Dark and Light, Holders of Day and of Night.
    See no Evil, See no Good, the Epic is told, so do Brood.

    Over the meanings, Large and Small,
    Watch the two, Short and Tall.
    The Keepers Wrath falling down,
    Listen now for the sound.

    Of the Maiden Screaming in Fatal Pain,
    Beware now of Lady Yang.
    Yin weeps in Sorrow, but fights his love,
    The Raven Doth Fight the Holy Dove.

    Beware when Evil Knows no Bounds
    and Walks again on Mortal Grounds!

    Beg for Mercy, repent of Sin,
    kiss the blindfold of Grand Yin...

    Listen now for the Keepers Weep,
    Evil now Doth sweep...

    ~ The Known Epic of Yin and Yang, As sung by the Prophetess Donnafeal.