A young warrior of the Yah-wei clan walked the lonely road to the singular mount. When he first came here it was when everything started. The clan began so that he could be a part of it. It's members were his friends. The mount was their stronghold and his home. The path led to the mount in both ways and the path existed because there must be a trial. The warrior had no name because he was the first. He would name his clan members when he felt they needed them. Names serve only to distinguish and he did not need to be distinguished as his fighting did that for him.
From the mount, the warrior could see all. He could see nothing. Nothing except evil caused by the warrior's brother. This warrior had no name because he was known. They both had a quest and it relied on the other's. Their quest was the same and it would cause the destruction of the other. The warrior of the Yah-wei clan knew what he must do and felt nothing towards it. Only one of the two brothers could truly exist. They had never fought before and had always been fighting. Their fight would only happen once and would continue forever. The effects would be felt for eternity as defined by the universal time. The warriors were in no hurry.
Once in the mount the Yah-wei warrior decided to give the fight its purpose. His brother recognized this and together they started the process of the worlds. This would be the domain of the victor and it could only exist because of the Two. The Two together were the only perfect being to ever exist, and by virtue of this there has always been perfection. The fight for infinity depended on these two warriors.
The evil brother struck first as he leveled the mountain of the Yah-wei clan. The warriors of equally pure intentions faced off on the path.
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