The Legend of Yin and Yang

Queen of Bugs

Wither had gone back outside, this time just to relax. He had been through a lot lately, and there really hadn't been much time for him to catch a break.
He stared into the night sky, thinking. He wondered why exactly Night liked him - what special traits did he possess? He was a weakling and an idiot. He saw nothing in himself that Night could see in him.
At that moment, he heard the door open behind him. He didn't look to see who it was - he already knew.
Night placed her hand on his shoulder.
"It's beautiful out tonight, isn't it?" she asked him.
"Y-Yeah..." Wither didn't really want to say anything - he was just glad he wasn't alone. "Night, why do you like me? What do you even see in me besides idiocy and weakness?"
Night seemed surprised. "Wither, you're neither of those things! You're nice, friendly, smart..."
Wither stared into her eyes.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah..."
"You don't seem it."
Wither broke eye contact, instead staring at the ground. "It's just..."
"Just what?"
Wither reluctantly answered. "I still can't understand why such an amazing Elite like you could love a scrawny weakling like me..."
"I never cared about strength. All I care about is your personality." Night rested her head on his shoulder.
"Why, though?"
"Well, you're-"
"Wait," Wither interrupted, "is this all because I killed Perish?"
Night took her head from his shoulder, and stepped back a little. "What? No! This has nothing to do with that!"
Wither stared into the sky. "Alright... I believe you..."
Night stepped as close as she could get. "I'm glad you do."
Wither looked over at her, to see her staring at him. She leaned in, and kissed him.
Wither embraced the kiss, and complimented it with a hug.

Meanwhile, Zale was trying to devise a plan to inform Wither and Night about his discovery. Due to his inability to talk, he had to come up with other ideas.
He started trying to write on a sign, but his skeletal fingers couldn't get a good grip on the paintbrush he was using.
He next tried to carve it out of a rock he had found, but he was a terrible chiseler, and the text was all sloppy and unreadable.
He even tried to make a fish with the message engraved in it, but he screwed up, and somehow managed to overcook the fish into exploding.
He thought about using letter statues, but he didn't have access to a Pickaxe or a heavy work bench, throwing that idea out the window.
He also thought about acting it out, but he didn't know how he would be able to act a poem on his own.
Instead, he decided to try to bring Wither over to the stanza, and have him see it for himself.
He looked out the window to find out if he was busy, to see the two kissing.
Zale decided on leaving them be for a little while - he never was one to interrupt.

Wither had never thought he'd love Night, or vice versa. As far as he knew, they had been just friends up until now.
Night slowly (and reluctantly) ended the kiss, but kept her arms around him.
"Wither..." she whispered.
"Yes?" Wither responded.
"I'm getting a little tired..."
"Yeah, I am, too..."
"We should probably get some sleep..."
"Probably a good idea..."
Neither of them moved for a few minutes, before the two headed inside.
Wither sat down on his bed, and spread out across it, laying down.
Night nestled in with him, and put one arm around him. Wither turned so he was facing her.
She stared at him sleepily for a minute, before falling asleep.

Wither woke up the next morning to Night holding him a little tighter than usual. She was still asleep, although something seemed to be bothering her. Wither quickly figured out that she was having a nightmare.
He stayed where he was, making sure he didn't wake her up (despite really wanting to). He nearly fell asleep again, when Night woke up, jumping a bit.
She looked around a bit, before looking back at Wither.
He stared back into her eyes, causing her to blush a little.
She tightened her hold on Wither, as if she was never gonna let go of him. He ran his fingers through her long, black hair, trying to comfort her. He had no clue what she went through, but he could tell it wasn't something she was gonna forget any time soon.
"Relax," Wither whispered, "it was just a dream..."
"I know it was," Night replied with a frightened tone in her voice. "I'm just glad you're here right now..."
Wither blushed a little.
Night's eyes watered a little. Wither wiped away the tears for her. She gently grabbed his hand, and set it by his side.

It had been a few hours since Wither had woken up, and he was itching for adventure. He called Night and Zale, and the three headed off into the jungle.
They traveled through a series of tunnels that they found leading underground, then eventually reached a dead end. Wither held out a torch, seeing a massive beehive in front of him.
He chipped pieces of hive off the wall with his Nightmare Pickaxe, eventually breaking in. There was honey on the bottom of the hive, and a single, goo-covered, massive bee inside.
Zale decided to throw a bone at it, just to see what would happen. The honey outside broke, killing the bee inside.
A loud roar shook the hive, causing hundreds of bees to swarm out of it. The bees didn't attack the three, though, instead flying right out, being eaten by man eaters.
A colossal bee appeared out of nowhere, charging into Wither, and slamming him into a wall, nearly breaking his ribs.
Wither slid down the wall, falling into a shallow part of the honey. He felt something from the honey - almost as if he was being healed by it. Nonetheless, he was still in a ton of pain.
The bee turned to Night and Zale, sending smaller bees after them. Zale made quick work of the bees.
Night shot at the massive bee constantly with her Demon Bow, hitting it several times. It went to slam into her, when Zale intercepted it with a vicious kick to the side of the head.
Knowing Zale could likely handle the bee on his own, Night ran around the edge of the hive, over to Wither. She tried to pull him out of the honey, but was only able to get his shoulders and head out.
She stood up, preparing to fire another shot at the bee, when it exploded, with Zale standing there sheepishly.
"Dad, do you always have to ruin the fun?" Night asked jokingly.
Zale nodded, and pretended to stick his tongue out, even though he didn't have a tongue.
Wither's eyes opened slowly. His vision was blurred from the pain, but he could make out Night above him, and Zale across from him. He also saw glowing, yellow markings behind Zale. Night saw them, too.
"Dad, what is that behind you?" she asked.
Zale turned around, seeing it. It was another part to the Prophecy.

In the wakes of war, the midst of joy,
a warrior, one of despair, shalt rise again.
Shining purple and red armor, deadly sword on hand,
aimed to singlehandedly end thy Hallow, the Omen.

Night read it silently, recognizing it as part of the Legend of Yin and Yang, often called the Prophecy. She looked down at Wither, and realized something.
Wither had purple and red armor, was a warrior from the Corruption, and the Hallow had already taken over.
It came slowly at first, but after she figured it out, she almost screamed.
Wither was the Omen from the Prophecy. The one to return the world to its former balance.