Snippet #1573780

It is in this place where you find that balance is necessary. It is among these whisperings, these memories, these shadows and these lights, that you remember the signs, symbols, and poems that require our attention to the details.

Without light there is no darkness. Without mistake there is no lesson. Without evil there is no good. All things must come to an end, but Yin and Yang must stay constant. Immortal. They cannot exist without the other. Balance must be kept or all will perish.

In the mind of the good, there is always despair. For good cannot exist without some evil. In the mind of evil, there is always love. For evil cannot exist without some good. These truths will always be. They cannot be unsaid, argued over, or rewritten. This is the way of things and the universe. How can we find happiness without first knowing what sadness is? How can we know to be humble without first falling from our pride? These are questions you should ask yourself, Mother. They are your guidelines and your stability. They are what will keep you balanced and alive. They will maintain those you seek to protect and nurture in this world we have created.

They will heal you when your heart can no longer stay broken. The decision we made, the decision He made, was for the greater good of this Earth and your people. You must admire Him. You must love Him still, the way you did before, as a companion in all things. In order to create balance, you must be the examples of such. Mankind cannot live without knowing the things we have told you. If you introduce them to darkness without introducing them to good as well, they will fall forever. As the Mother, you must nurture and love and care. As the Father, he must punish and discipline and seek out their wrongs. It is the best way that we can see Man surviving on this harmonious world.

Nike watched Him as He walked into their shadows. Watched as He became her other half. She wept as He chose to leave her alone and live in the darkness where she could not follow. What had become of them? Why had they chosen Him? Why did her heart feel thus?

Because she was what her people needed. Because she cared with every fiber of her being and when she loved, she loved with all her heart. Sitting in her winged back chair, frozen from the curse He’d set against them all, Nike cried. It was like seeing a statue, weeping from stone eyes. She could not hear the descendants or her faithful servants. She could not see their faces, falling into despair and doubt and deceit. Nike, Mother Nature to all Mankind, could do nothing to save them. She screamed out from her heart for Machai to hear her, but this curse caused her to lose the hope that he would.

No! She could not go where He was leading her. It didn’t matter that all she wanted was to feel his warm, soft hand in hers one last time, she had to keep them near her. She had to be positive that their hearts remained hopeful in the way of danger. She screamed louder, forcing her way through the past, through the pain and heartbreak. Nike found the baby, heir to the Wolf Clan, lying in the arms of a mother who would die soon after. She watched him grow into a boy who witnessed the death of his father at the hands of the man who was Father. The Father who disciplined, who punished; He had kill in cold blood that night and Machai had seen every second.

She could not remain in that place. She could not stay where Machai had already moved from. She watched him grow into the man he was now, knowing his future and his purpose. Knowing that the fleeting thoughts of revenge were just that; fleeting. Machai would train and train and pray and pray for Nike’s sake. For Mankind’s sake. It was easier for him to imagine Nike as the only one who needed saving, but deep down inside he knew what he was protecting.

Machai… She screamed. It would come through as a whisper, but she knew he would hear it. She instructed him, let him feel her words through his motionless body. The curse was more than a way to put doubts in one’s mind; it was causing Machai to remain in one spot. His strength would pull him through.

He could hear her and he could tell the others. Now she needed to instruct them, to provide them with the light to guide them through their own hearts. Through their ancestry and into their magical potential. She reached out to them, like a ray of light. Nike would split open their darknesses and drown them in warmth.

Do not despair for that is His purpose. She took in a deep breath, though her statue body remained still. Inside yourselves is a hope, a string leading into a great cavern of strength that you can manifest into reality. In order to call upon that strength and swim in it’s goodness, you must first face that which hinders you. You must stop the doubt. You must end the despair and the loneliness and find peace with who you are. She paused, realizing this was much to ask of someone in short notice. But if they could, for just a moment, believe in themselves, they could find enough power to stop this hateful seal.

Believe in what you are. Believe that I am real and that I will never fail you. Believe in the waves, the wind, the fire, and the stone in your hearts and bring forth that which can turn this blasphemy upon us into a ray of hope for your people. We cannot be stopped if we believe… She took another mental breath and found that she could no longer maintain her connection with her children. It was left in their hands for she could do no more for them.

When you were first created, her memories crept back like lizards to a warm rock, we were certain that Man would only prosper. But with only good in the world, they took what they had for granted. Those who had created them were left forgotten. The love they used to bare us was left aside and we were lonely. Perhaps it was a selfish act, creating evil, but it was for our own good. Our very existence was at stake with your existence. We love you too much, Mother, to be rid of you. We love you because no matter what Man forgot of us, you were always there, giving us hope.

We are sorry that you must weep so. We are sorry that it was He we saw as the only one. We love you, Mother. But we love him, too. For it was He that saved us.