"One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, 'My son, the battle is between 2 "wolves" inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.'
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: 'Which wolf wins?'
The old Cherokee simply replied, 'The one you feed.'"
The cobblestone path blurred as I rushed through the once tranquil village. Darkness surrounded me, no moon, no stars, no sun, nothing. I looked back to see the monster gaining. I sprinted as fast as I could, as hard as I could. My lungs burned with my effort, my breath coming swiftly, shallowly with the horror. My heart pounded so hard, it felt as if it would explode out of my chest. Sweat coated my skin and my muscles began to weaken. I felt the fear grip me tighter than before, going so fast, I felt my muscles might tear themselves apart. Tears spilled out of my eyes, cascading down cheeks as the realization sunk in. I felt my leg buckle, and I met the ground. Pain shot through my body at the impact, cuts streaking across my exposed flesh as more tears slid down my face. I felt the suffocating heat of the monster's breath against my entire body. Growling hatred came from its maw, my flesh crawling in fear. I let out sobs of fear as it got closer, the monster's breath of rotting flesh overwhelming even my own odor. I felt blood pour from my impact wounds, enticing the monster toward me. I felt its grotesque tongue run across my body, its hot, steaming saliva burning my skin. I screamed in fear, but it only made the demon want me more. It moved from the bare skin of my neck to my thigh, licking and, finally, sinking its fangs into my skin. My scream echoed through the darkness as my blood stained the previously white stones that lined the road.
I felt a feral rage fill me, and my body took the same form as the beautiful, horrible creature maiming me, yet instead of blending into the darkness, I seemed to repel it, ethereal light coming off of my glossy white fur. I lunged at the monster, sinking my teeth into its flesh. A howl came from the creature as I snarled, its blood like rust in my mouth. I kicked and fought, gaining new vigor at its pain. My light revealed the elongated muzzle and dark fur of the creature. Its blood-covered face showed bared fangs and two crimson eyes filled with hatred and pain.
It stood taller, growling. "You know you can't win," a deep female voice came through. The black creature stalked forward, his body coming into view. She had a lithe lupine body, strong, muscular, and deadly. A patch of white accommodated itself on her thigh. Looking at myself, I realized she was right. Nothing I did would keep me alive. Nothing could save me. I wasn't half as muscular, but I was faster. When I noticed the black patch on my flank, I realized this battle would never end. We were meant to fight forever.
I crouched, snarling, "I may not win, but I'll die trying." I lunged, and we tumbled for a few moments, the symbol of opposites making revealing itself as we did. Soon, after hours of bloodshed, we became too exhausted to do anything other than stand and glare at one another, shaking with exhaustion. I looked at the monster, and she looked at me, our eyes hopeless. Our battle was unending. An eternal dance that would be forever kept inside of a single person, a single being: A desperate girl as lost as we were. I stood taller, speaking, "You are everything she hates."
She snorted, panting slightly and trying to hide her exhaustion. "You are everything she likes about herself, which we both know isn't much."
I snarled, fangs bared. "You will never consume her!"
She let out a soft chuckle, my hackles rising at the sound. Her eyes showed triumph. "I already have. You are powerless!"
I felt my muscles gain new vigor as her thoughts moved to the only thing she loved more than anything. I shook myself, my wounds dissolving and my muscles gaining new vigor. "You are wrong!" I let out a soft chuckle as my opposite felt the hope I gave off from her thoughts. Her love was stronger than any emotion she had ever felt before, and it seemed to smother all of us. Then, a great depression sank over.
The happiness dissipated almost as quickly as it had appeared. The black wolf shook, a snarling laugh coming from her jaw. She had the upper hand again, and my only chance at living was to run. I turned swiftly and bolted, the trees and village seeming to return. The light seemed to whisper my name as it followed, and its chanting made me go faster: "Yang… Yang…" Their whispers seemed to plea for me to turn and fight, a begging weakness seeming to come from our master herself.
The snarling personification of death was close behind, and due to our keeper's crushing depression, her darkness shouted his name with vigor and sadistic glee: "Yin! Yin! Yin!"
My fear increased as he set out to destroy me. The cobblestones made my pads bleed as my speed increased. Our keeper would know of everything that has happened for her entire life. We were her balance, her keepers, and we were failing, just as many of us did. And if we did fail, it would truly be the end of the battle. The massive, black hound was faster now. My muscles ached, my legs shaking desperately as I tried to even walk away. Her fangs gripped my throat. I yelped over and over, my tail between my legs. I flailed, biting her legs and neck. Her grip loosened and I dropped to the floor. Blood filled my throat and lungs, my breathing becoming labored. I looked to her, my sight growing dim. She snarled, my blood soaking her fur. I snarled, fighting for her, the one I had sworn to protect. I lunged at my enemy, latching onto her neck and attacking with new vigor. I pinned her to the ground and held her there.
Looking up to me in fearful defeat, she growled angrily. "Go ahead. Finish me!"
I removed my paw from her throat when I felt the calm of her emotions and what I knew was sleep. "Not today." As we stared to one another, I let her rise. "Go home."
My sister and opposite, looked to the dark woods surrounding my village, then took off, looking back to me, her eyes feral and beautiful, but filled with a kind of envy. After watching the people begin to come out of their domiciles, she raced into the trees and out of sight.
I looked back to the villagers, our keeper's thoughts and dreams as well as every positive thought she had. The village was small, surrounded by Yin's domicile, the Darkness, but it was my responsibility to protect the people of my home. I swiftly changed into my normal self. My human skin and stature would have fooled anyone had they not already known. I knew they all stared at me as I walked by, heading into the small home farthest away from the others. Quickly, I closed the sliding door, slipping my shoes off in the main doorway, then continuing into the simple home. Nothing but wooden floors and unpainted halls greeted me. Letting out a sigh, I walked to the mirror, staring into my own exhausted, blue eyes. My white hair was ragged from my fight as well. Quickly, I combed it, bringing the long strands into a ponytail. I quietly made my way to my main room, settling down on my bed and covering my eyes with my arm.
I was never thanked for what I did. Even as the guardian of the village, not even they saw me for what I was. My name is Yang. Sister of Yin, protector of Eryn, the Keeper, and social outcast. Why am I here? I have no idea, but I know that this is so much more than it seems.