What is joy without sadness? Love without hate? Life without death? This is all a part of balance, is it not? And so it came to be in this world that balance was balanced in itself. Balanced by unbalance. It came in the form of those that fought against it. Fought to overthrow the long-reigning equilibrium of the world and all the generations of beings that strove to achieve it. Whether their intentions were one of goodwill or not, no one can say, but they were ruthless in their quest. For eons prior they had been kept at bay by nothing but their own defeat. Their own hearts had become a prison. One of them, however, rose and broke its comrades free of their hearty chains, setting forth a series of events that caused a revolution. One fateful day, they arrived. They were weak in their individual power, but as the history of another world has shown time and time again, there is power in unity. So instead of a few to fight a few, they came in droves. A battle was fought. Balance was no more. The careful equilibrium had been tipped.
The living was decimated. Nature was corrupted. Emotion was barred.
At the particular time of the event that later came to be known to fate as the Unbalancing, the new generation of protectors had just been birthed. They were all but kids. Although they did not lack in power, they lacked in experience and knowledge. Thus, to lead them and expose them to the world up until the point where they were ready to learn and grow on their own, a father was chosen. One of an alternating cycle between mother and father figure. He was old, hanging on to existence only by will and life force of all the other previous protectors. He was frail, weak and fading, but the supreme balance within his soul, granted by the intense harmony of all protectors, gave him an immeasurable hidden power.
A power only revealed by the will of sacrifice.
He had sacrificed himself. For the children, he gave his life and the life of others to protect the protectors, guard the guardians, and watch the watchmen. He had to save them all. He needed to maintain the semblance of balance that still remained.
He failed.
The guardian of Life, a little girl, floating above the clouds, clad with halo and feathered wings, wielding a staff of light. She fought the good fight, struggled against innumerable odds to guard that which she was assigned, by fate, to protect. From above the clouds she fell. Her light had faded. Her halo waned. Her feathered wings stained in blood. Life had given herself to death.
The guardian of nature, a developing boy, rustled amongst jungle vines, donning the roar of a tiger, carrying the eggs of a dodo and carrying on his back the hide of a whale. He had called upon all that he protected, struggling side by side until the very end, untl his body gave out and, with tears in his eyes, he realized that he could do no more. He gazed upon the corpses of animals and plants that he swore with all his heart to protect through a veil of flames.
The protector of emotion, a baby boy, could do nothing. He was helpless. For all its faults, raw emotion is innocent. The unbalanced had no capacity to feel. They grasped the body of Emotion, which was so frail to them, and mounted it on a pike. A symbol. They had impaled that which was unique to this humanity. The humanity that was "balanced". Humanity that was sheltered and protected while its protectors put in all the effort to achieve it. In reality, there WAS a balance between the work put in by both humanity and its guardians, but the unbalanced didn't know that. They didn't want to know it. They had only one purpose.
There were no winners in that battle. In a battle, there are never any victors. Only loss, for both. Three children huddled together. Cold, afraid, but surviving. Their mentor was gone. Their comrades were gone. More than that, they felt an even bigger loss. Balance was gone.
How could technology exist without Emotion to inspire it?
How could death receive without Life to provide it?
How could the Unnatural be without the Nature it was spawned from, the life that influenced it?
None could exist in harmony any longer. And so, as young and new to the world and its workings as they were, they made a decision. To maintain balance, no matter the cost. To fight against the unbalance that had taken their teacher and friends. Nothing in the world had balanced equilibrium any longer, so they decided that they would support each other. They had their own equilibrium.
Emotion was no longer, but a strongest of friendships, brotherhood, and love was formed that day.
Life was dead, but they carried forth what it had left them with into the future.
Nature was gone, but the three swore to protect what was left, whatever they could.
And if they couldn't, they would try until their very soul gave leave. They would support and love each other no matter what. Until the end. An end that, as the world went on, became more and more apparent.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfFx4goHMZM
