When the young man peered through the mirror, he feel inevitably to his knees. The reflected image did not fall to its own knees. Horrified, the man on his knees’ heart began to rush, both with adrenaline and fear. The image was of his own, but not of the tainted soul.

The image of Jing was of a more rejuvenated look, his eyes still saphire, and the same scruffy hair the man on his knees had months before. A slight grin was on the image’s face. He was the brighter side to the existing man. The tainted Jing stood up with his fists clenched.

“There’s no way this can be,” he muttered.

“Oh, but of course it can Jing. It can.” In total horror, the tainted Jing glared at the mirror, astonished at what he had just perceived. The mirror replied to the man. “You’re forgotten who you are. Your lust for power has overcome your youth, thus, it is what you are. You’ve lost the joy you had. You’ve become greedy of power.
“You’re not the person you should be Jing. Fated through this utter darkness, you will learn of your-” The mirror smashed dead on by the tainted Jing.

“SHUT UP!” Jing bellowed. Opening his eyes after screaming, he saw another horror which he utterly stepped back. “This can’t possibly be happening..”

The mirror he had just smashed just seconds ago revealed that it was just not an ordinary mystical mirror, but even more complex with its magic. Behind the once held glass mirror, stood the image Jing had allegedly shattered. In no way possible, the thin mirrored spawned rather a two dimensional image, but bore the image in reality.

Stepping through the mirror’s frames, the tainted Jing could only step back, tripping on his own horror. This was the beginning of a battle between one’s light and dark side. A fight between balance of one’s soul. The fight between Fire and Water.

Yin and Yang.