Midnight growled but fallowed her brothers lead. The tunnle came to dead end. A large wall had a bunch of writing on it. On it, there was a poem,
A coming war shall strike fear,
into all that dare come near,
Yin and Yang are left powerless,
as blood of innocence is shed needless.
Hidden deep in ancient lore,
they find the souls to entrust,
who can save all they cannot.
Yang of the sun, of fire and man,
the mighty Oak always stands.
With bravery known, along with his strength, he protects all, both strong and weak.
Yin of the night, of water and maiden,
like the Skye that envelops all the land.
Her love is known, and she is quite passive, she feels all, both small and massive.
But there must be one other,
To stand beside sister and brother,
One of balance and justice,
both strong and weak,
both hot and cold,
both brave and meek.
She stands alone, behind all told,
and the Midnight tide will wash away
all the wrong within the world.
Midnight read it over. "Let show mom this! She mightknow what it means." she said to oak and headed back down the tunnle.