The Sisters of Yin and Yang

Prologue

There isn't much to say about before the first great fight. There's nothing, no record, it's prehistory to us. This is all we know. We were young as a species, petty, weak. Then our mother came, born on the crust of the earth with a destiny from the skies above. Her scales were as white as the moon, and her eyes reflected our heart blood. She was beautiful, the gem of our kind. She, and she alone possessed the power of the elements. One out of thousands with earth's power and majesty.

She used her skills to carve a haven for us, and under our mother's protection we thrived. As Time will tell you however, nothing can last forever. There were those who saw an imbalance, those who knew her power could destroy just as easily as it could create. There was one who thought the power should be shared with us.

Our father aloft on black wings, his bright eyes reflecting our spirit. He led us to argue with our mother, and when she did not sway, we fought. Her powers were strong, but could not overcome our will. Blood rained, carved rivers, filled pools. Our father fought until her magic was exhausted. She gave in, agreeing to pass on her magic with him, for each generation to spread until we all possessed our mother's gifts.

In time she laid a healthy clutch of eggs. The offspring, however, did not have her magic; instead they each possessed a separate power. Earth, Wind, Fire, Ice... with time the separation of our mother and father's differences faded into their children, separated by their differences in the elements. The time will come again to unite, when the daughters of the mother's magic and the father's spirit rise to join us together in our greatest triumph, or our most miserable failure.