The Curse of Yin

The Curse of Yin

It was a good life, sitting in The Valley of Peace; the smell of jasmine and oolong soaring through the air, perfuming the entire valley until that tea was finished and the citizens of the town moved on to the next tea.

This is where The Great Spirit looms, and only those with a powerful soul may meet it.  I decided to walk up to The Pond of Yin-Yang where the Great Spirit lives, in its matter form, The Soul Stone. I went up to the pond, and there it was, far above the valley: a pool so beautiful that you could stare at it for days!

The dazzle illuminating from it was like a sky filled with golden stars. The pool smelled and felt  just as wonderful. The smell of honey and the great emerald bees’ sugary drinks spread around the pond. The bees patrolled through the luscious fields filled with shiny yellow flowers, spangled across the pond. And the sound, oh the beautiful wonderful sound, so tranquil you could drop down asleep on the spot and stay there for days! I myself was about to do so.

Now I look farther, and there through the spark-covered water, I see two coy fish. One black with white eyes, and one white with black eyes. These were Yin and Yang, the two great fish and halves of the Great Spirit, skimming gracefully around the pond.

Finally, in the center of the pond lay the Soul Stone. It sat in a marble pedestal. Even compared to the pond it was the most glorious thing ever. The jewel shined a ghostly blue, with a luminous spark of light. This was the ruler of balance. This was the king of kings. This was the orb that ruled over all things. I sighed, wishing I could speak to the Great Spirit.

As I was starting to walk away, I tripped on a nearby river rock and fell into the pond! At that time Yin swam toward me, and I panicked to the extent where I was about to drown. Then I felt something come over me. It felt shivering and almost like the gale, and poison of nightshade. It spread through me, cooling my blood. I felt a piercing sting infest my body, and then my blood started to boil like a cauldron on a black fire, the pain making my skin twitch and wriggle. My feet and hands started to drop. Then my legs and arms, the twitching intensely powering up. Soon my body felt it, then my head. Centipedes swarmed out of my blood veins; crawling and biting the inside of my skin. My body seemed to turn red from the blood opening inside it. One-foot gashes appeared on my skin, and the centipedes crawled out of my veins, and onto my body. All of my organs were ripped apart. The bloody remains of my body started to turn black. A mouth of a giant skeletal serpent started to swallow me. I could only see darkness.

I was heading to the underworld. When a gleaming silver light showed itself to my eyes, I swam out from the depths of the water through the silver ball of light, when I finally entered the surface of the earth. I was thrown out of the ball of energy that saved my life, onto a boat, willow by the look of it..

The Orphan Fox

  Chapter One

                                       The Orphan Fox

It was February in the northern alpine mountain range, Airnispanuki. Snow covered the towering peaks and frosted the magical silver woods. Boreal forests of white fir covered the land. Aspens started blooming green again. Great horned owls soared through the mountains, and rested on branches of trees. Foxes scampered and scrambled searching for grouse, pigeon, and the occasional turkey. Wolf packs ran down deer and sheep herds. Elk cried their beautiful high tune as if talking to the gods. This was Airnspanuki in the cross-month of February and March.

Bears were not the only ones to be cleaning up from hibernation. A little fox cub about five days old was curled in a fort of snow, after his mother died from being trampled by buffalo! The orphan fox opened his eyes by a few millimeters. The evening sun showed its light to the baby when he fully opened his eyes for the first time in his life. Struggling to climb up, the little fox raised his two tiny front paws up the one-foot tall hole. He finally scrambled up the hole after waving his paws frantically to find his way out. He scouted around at the scenery,  his head and two paws poking up from one of many much bigger holes around the mountain. The fox with trouble raised the rest of his body up.

He fell down, with a slight "warf", which, even though I don't know canine tongue, assume he asked, "Ow that hurt! Why did you do that you stupid snow?" He tried again, and again, and yet again, and so on, and after the fifteenth time he voyaged up. The fox started puppy-walking east from the mountain he was on, Mount Bisson, the second most mountain to the north. But If you were to go to this mountain and not know where it is on Airnispanuki, you would think it’s in the north pole, near the Taiga.

After he traveled about two kilometers, like an angry lion, his stomach began to roar horribly. He did not know what to do with this lion in his stomach. The fox saw a bush with weird red things on it, and decided to place one in his mouth.

"You could 'taste' this red thing," the fox realized, and the roar seemed slightly saturated. Eventually, after the fox ate more berries, he became tired. Afterwards he had an unusually large body.