Long ago in a distant land, existed two spirits that lived in harmony.

Yin - The Spirit of Darkness and Chaos.

And Yang - The Spirit of Light and Peace.

When a human would be weakened down by their inner emotions, Yin would try to impose her will onto others. Creating chaos and disorder to those around them.

When harmony was in danger due to Yin's actions, Yang would interfere. As he would negate any attempt Yin makes to create a choice for the humans that came into their fights.

For years, both have made either successful or failed attempts in doing what they knew was right. Creating every choice that was made to every person they imposed their will onto.

One day, they had met in person. Deciding that they could no longer use a single human to help fight their battles in deciding what is right and what is wrong each time. Thus began a war that will decide humanity's fate as a whole.

A battle ensued, as dark clouds filled the skies above them and to those living in villages. Each strike the Spirits would clash with each other, harmony was broken slowly each time. The two fought as a war began in other villages due to the chaos.

War had been made by the two Spirits in their viscous fight against one another. Their fight went longer and longer the more they had fought. From that, the humans in their own war would fall one by one against each other.

When the time to land the final strike came, a sword pierced through flesh as it made its way out the other side of the body. The victim, being Yin in coughing up blood, as she had been struck by a fatal wound.

Feeling weak, Yin began to fall to the ground, as Yang had caught her in trying to comfort his enemy in her final moments.

Yin: Why...? Why couldn't you... *coughs* just finish me... and let me die already...?

Yang was silent as he comforted Yin to try and ease her pain. He couldn't say what he wanted as Yin had passed away too quickly. Yang had shed a tear for someone he had killed in his arms.

Yang: You were someone I wanted to be with... You're someone I treated not only as a friend, but a sister...

For some time after the battle, Yang had also passed away due to the injuries he had sustained in his fight. With both dead, there was neither good or bad influence to redirect anyone. Everyone made their own choices and acted upon them. But once centuries have passed, their powers will once again be renewed. Deciding the fate of the world once more in who is right in their own thinking.

End.