The Legend of Yin and Yang

Recovered

Many months had passed since Wither's near-death experience, and he was finally able to move around again. This seemed to bother Perish, although it pleased Night.
Wither walked into the Training Room to see Perish waiting for him.
Perish charged at him, sword drawn, only to find that Wither wasn't standing there anymore.
Perish looked around, but couldn't find him anywhere.
Something cut open his back, leaving him in pain. He turned to find Wither standing there, his Night's Edge dripping with blood.
Perish tried to retaliate, but Wither was far too fast for him to land a hit.
Wither shot his leg with a Musket, leaving Perish to collapse, immobilized.
Wither knew all of Perish's tricks, and held out his Dark Lance behind him, impaling the real Perish.
"Who needs training now?" Wither taunted.
He carefully pulled the lance out of Perish's chest, and left him on the floor.
Perish was dumbfounded - how could a simple runt like Wither defeat him without suffering a hit?
Many of the other Elites gathered around him, a few worried, others laughing.
From that point on, Perish was afraid of Wither.

Wither sat down on his bed, cleaning his Dark Lance.
He almost poked himself in the hand three times, being glad he didn't.
As he finished up, he pulled out his Night's Edge to clean that too.
"Hey," said a familiar voice.
Wither looked over at the doorway to see Night standing there, staring at him.
"Oh, hey," Wither replied, then resumed his work.
"I saw what you did back there." Night sat down next to him. "The others are calling you a hero."
"How am I a hero? What good did I do for anybody besides proving a point?"
"You do know how many of us hated Perish, right?"
Wither was confused. "Hated? You're saying that as if he's..."
"Dead," Night interrupted.
Wither stared into her eyes. How could she seem so happy about that? He had murdered one of his own - a betrayal to the Corruption far beyond mutiny.
"But..."
"Wither, I know you didn't mean to do that, but you've made everyone happy about it. Even the Eater of Worlds is relieved."
"They're still gonna have me executed..."
"Actually, that's probably not gonna happen."
Wither was confused again. "What do you mean?"
Night held up a paper that had the names of many of the Elites on it - including Night.
"We've already prepared a petition."
Wither didn't know what to think. After Zale's death, Night had been his only friend. Yet, after Perish's death, all of the Elites want to be his best friend.
There was a knock on the door. Hesitantly, Wither got up and answered it.
It was Swift - the messenger for the Corruption.
"Hey, uh, Wither," Swift said, a little nervous, "you're under arrest for murder."