The Story Of Life and Death

Part 1 The Breath

The world was dark and absent of life and sound, not a glimmer of light pure or dark was to be seen. Do not be frightened though my dear reader for even though the Earth was absent of what we see today; on a tiny island in the middle of the great seas was a small heart beat. A breath, a glimmer of a small pulsing of light; it was tiny at first but slowly grew on that island. The world at its youngest fought that light, both wanting it and hating it; nurturing it and starving it.
From that light two beings were born, one from the nurturing kindness of the world and one from the cold hate of the world that wanted to stomp out the tiny pulse of breath.
The one of light was a small girl with hair like silken gold , skin like porcelain, ruby lips and pink rose petal cheeks. She was made from the purest the world could offer her; warm summer winds, the breath of pure air after a storm the biggest heart and soul of an angel of light.
The opposite is to be said of the one of darkness, the boys hair was as white as a spiders silk and his skin was ashen grey like cinders of a cold fire. He was made of the Earths cold and darkness, the fear of light and icy cold breath. Absent of heart and soul.
Neither saw one another when they first awoke, they were separated on different sides of the island. For many years they never knew of each other's existence.