Ch 5 part 1
He wasn't about to give up. Only a few days after White Mage had finally given in and agreed to a date with the never ceasing Black Mage had this happened. Black Mage worked up his nerve and headed through the Gates of Hell.
He reached for the devilish handle with his left hand, concealing a knife with his right. As the door creaked slowly to life, he took one last look at the world around him, for he may never see it again. He looked to the left. A sunset. It was beautiful. Especially the reds. Someone would have loved it. Who was it? Someone he used to know. Who was it? It bugged him that he couldn't remember. Not that it mattered.
He looked away, and saw a glint out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look. It was a small Ying Yang carved into the wall, with two small gems, a white gem, and a black one, wedged in their opposite sides. He remembered this symbol from somewhere. He had seen it before. It was in his head somewhere; he just had to search for it. Where better to start than the beginning.
End ch 5 part 1