Introduction
Every 100 years, a warrior is born. Vast, fierce, and strong.
Jang Yi, China, Fall, 1714;
The cool autumn air rushed past a man in all black clothing. The kind of clothing you might see a ninja wearing. He was climbing the steps to Yinji Palace, a scroll in his hands. He was the one and only Master Yin Jang, and he was being chased by his half brother Yang Kahn. Yin was carrying the secrets to the Amethyst Dragon, and Yang wanted it all to himself. The brothers worked together at first, journeying across the continent of Asia, just to find the Amethyst scroll. As soon as they found it Yang's heart filled with greed, and he tried to destroy Yin to have it all to himself.
Yin knew the power of greed was to strong for his half-brother to control, so he took it upon himself to make sure the secret was kept out of evil's reach. Yin knew the only place Yang would never dare to look, was in the mall town of Three Springs, Pennsylvania. He knew a special girl would be born 300 years from the previous time period. It would be Yin's descendant, a young girl named, Yin Mai Jang, who could be trusted with anything. He burst threw the doors of the Yinji palace, where his good friend, Father Time hisself was waiting.
"Take this," Yin told him. "And take it to America, where 286 years from now, you will give it to a girl named Brooklynn McQue, and she will give it to my descendant."
Clockwork took the scroll and looked his younger friend in the eyes. "You have my word, Brooklynn will get the scroll, and it will get to Yin Mai"
Yang burst threw the doors with a stick of dynamite in his hands. "If you will not tell me where you hid the scroll, I shall blow this place to pieces!" He shouted.
Clockwork had already left, leaving Yin alone with Yang. "Be wise Yang! If you blow this place up, there will be no proper resting grounds for us to rest for all eternity!" Yin warned.
"Give me the scroll!" Yang ordered.
"Never!" Said Yin.
Yang took the dynamite and lit it. In no more than 30 quick seconds, the Yinji Palace was blown to pieces in what looked like a half black, half white circle of destruction. The white half meant good, Yin. The black half meant evil, Yang. The 2 sides were separated with a curved line threw the middle of the circle. Clockwork called the symbol, the Yin and Yang...
