A Note from the Author.


The content within this story will be everchanging, updating from time to time as some chapters will be completely broken down and built from the floor up.


The 'maybe' overly ambitious road to a million words.

31,543/1,000,000

This section will be updated per chapter.

A Mothers Love (Prologue) - 805 words

Shortcomings and Strength (Chapter 1) - 15,510 words

Serenity and Struggle (Chapter 2) - 8,466 words

Subsidiary (Chapter 3) - 6,510 words


(There's much worse on the site but I am putting this here anyways.)

Content warning.

It is recommended the audience be over 18 or mature enough to read the elements listed below.

Elements will include:

- Descriptions of self harm, descriptions of the darker side of the mind, and beyond.

- Events in cannibalistic nature (Because of chapter 1).

- Depressive topics which dwell on death, loneliness, etc...

- Descriptions of injury which may be uncomfortable.

- Some sexual content (no 'lemons' since I genuinely dislike them), inclusive of innuendos, jokes, description of thought whether it be vague or more clear.


The warning has been given and the fault will lie on those who choose to skip and not heed the warning of the content in this story.


THE JOURNEY OF YIN AND YANG


A Mothers Love

A cloaked female white tiger carrying its resting cub hastily made its way to the front door of an orphanage trudging trough the harsh snow that only piled up more throughout the blizzard that seemed to stem for days on end. She stood contemplating on giving the only other thing that brought any value to her world away. She had already been running from her tribe for days now only making it further and further as the blizzard weighed down the forces coming for her. She had to save his indoctrination into a heretic society hellbent on destroying on anything it touches. Now was the only time to make any kind of decision that could save one of them. The mother had already been running low on any form of energy wasting away as time passed. The exhaustion had set in as she had to depart her only child. Her tribe would only expect her to keep running with her son till she dropped dead, she could have never given him up.

"I'm sorry." Her words too weak to convey the deep motherly love that she felt for her son. She set him down at the doors of the orphanage and pounded on the door with whatever strength left that she possessed leaving deep and heavy pounds that were sure to wake anyone from death up. The tiger took off only as fast as her arms and legs could carry her. She was long gone before the doors of the orphanage opened.

"I hope to see you once more, for I have no more choice. I love you son." The mother pushed on.

"Tell me by the end of this that he will be alive. Tell me that by the end of this that we will meet again. How I wish to believe that this is only a nightmare and not the reality that is before me. I just need to wake up. I just need to know that everything will be alright. I just need to know that my son will live. I just need to know that my son won't die. I just need to know that they haven't found him by now. I need to know. I just need to know. I just... need... to... know... I need to know."

"Wake up.."

The frigid wind only pushed deeper into her body.

"Please wake up.."

The mother only pushed harder and harder into the night. Maybe she can find somewhere to go. Maybe she can find someone. Why must she be stuck in these times of war amongst her tribe. All she wanted was to raise her son. Now she had nothing.

The will for her to run had diminished. She had nothing. A husband had turned vile. A family turned savage. A son turned away from a dark and cruel fate leaving her only with herself.

A broken mind full of only thoughts that remained. A broken mind that would begin to turn on itself. Hope was the only thing left to hold onto. Her son will not leave this world so easily.

She dropped to her knees staring towards the sky above that had cleared. The moon beaming over her weakened figure as she began to cry a mothers cry. She had not lost her son from this world, but having to let him go to save him maybe to never get to see him again felt just as bad. A son to roam the world without a mother, or a father. A world to roam only knowing that he was given up. A world to roam not knowing who he truly was. Those deep blue eyes she gave birth to reminiscent of her own eyes always calmed a room she stepped into. At least that was before life flipped everything like a pan full of food into the burning flames of the stove below.

Her cries deepened as she realized how vulnerable and alone she had become in those moments. A gust of wind would finish her off if she didn't brace for it.

She wanted dead, a simple claw to the neck letting the blood paint a beautiful display of what gives life on the snow below, or maybe just an avalanche that would give her a breathtaking experience, or maybe great fall could happen before her mind could register could do the job. The silence grew deadly as the whistle of death could have been heard on the other side of the continent. For if she left this life behind willingly, the selfishness would long stain the love she thought she had for her son. A dishonorable death is only to be had at your own hands, as honorably dying isn't caused from your own will.

She had to live through this. She can not die now...


Memorable experiences, balanced between good and bad, which fills one's life will make it worth living, otherwise it's over before you felt it could have truly started.