Picnic of the Yin, the Yang and the Yen

By Magnius of the Chaos



In a battlefield, the war raged on, and both male and female lay on the ground, dead, dying or pretending to be dead in order to keep themselves from dying. The stench of death was thick in the air, and those still able to stand could only watch their comrades in arms fall, bloody, to the ground. In such a battle, the dead were better off; at least they were free from the mayhem.

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Fortunately, Sabin Duvert was not in the middle of such a horrible and distasteful (not to mention dirty) place; he was on a picnic in a lush green meadow with his wife Samantha, about to enjoy a nice cup of Earl Grey tea.

Sighing in pleasure, Sabin took a sip of tea and looked around. It was quiet and peaceful, and the greenery around him did much to lift his spirits. Although he was more of an adventure person, he did enjoy a bit of silence now and then. Especially when he was with Samantha. Frankly, he wondered if anything in life could be better.

Smiling, he put down his cup and held his wife’s hand. Life was beautiful.

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Screaming, more innocents fell prey to the gaping jaws of war, and the living shed tears of regret. Regret at not having fought harder to save them, regret at not having been strong enough. Limbs flew in the air, parted form their original bodies, and those unable to contain their bodily functions vomited, letting loose the disgust of all that they had seen and endured. At that moment, a shadow fell over all, and everything was deathly silent. A warrior stepped forward, determined to end the war.

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Sitting on top of a mat, Sabin looked lovingly at Samantha, who, under the gentle caress of the sun, had fallen asleep. He reached out to stroke her hair, and lifted her head so that his legs could provide a pillow for her.

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The warrior stepped forward, his hands gripping his weapon, the one tool that could put an end to everything. He would have to risk everything. But he regretted nothing. If he could stop the bloodshed, then his life meant nothing. Roaring in rage, the warrior ran towards the reason for all the deaths of his race.

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Sabin, bored, began to fiddle with Samantha’s hair. Normally, he would never have done such a thing, but as he had nothing else to do, that was the only option. Tying and untying her hair, designing it in strange patterns, pulling it (slightly, to keep her from waking up)… He was soon absorbed in a valiant battle against time, as he wanted to finish styling Samantha’s hair before she woke up.

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The warrior roared, racing towards the reason for all the doom, gloom and gore. He would save his race. He would stop the war. He would restore peace and hope. He would end the sadness and pain. He would-

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Sabin felt an itch on his arm, and looked at it, annoyed. Noticing something running up his arm, he flicked it away. He watched as it flew up in the air before landing in a pool of water, then turned to shake Samantha awake. It was nearing evening, and he did not want to miss the special on the Discovery Channel.

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All stared in silence, awestruck, as their hero fell headfirst into the water and drowned. They fell to their knees, weeping in despair. The gods had abandoned them. Their last ray of hope had been severed. It was at that moment it happened. What could only be called a miracle. As abruptly as it had come, it left, leaving all speechless. For a moment, none spoke, then in the next, they erupted in cheers of joy and laughter. They were free.

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Sabin, after listening to a long lecture from Samantha on the matter of playing around with her hair, started the long drive home, his head ringing. Although the anju in his head muttered something about Samantha, death, fear, nightmares and such, he pushed them out of his thoughts as he focused on the driving wheel. It would be a long drive home.

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A shrine was created for the valiant warrior who had fought so hard to save his people. Legends began to grow on how he had sacrificed his life to drive away the giants that had invaded their land. The lake in which he had drowned was renamed the Temple of Heroes, in honor of the ant that had saved his race.

*Like all my other entries, so special symbolism or all that. I'm not good with that. XD Still, it's a basic story, proofread through to check for mistakes, although there still might be some buggers who escaped my sight. Grammatical errors are known for doing that. And don't ask me what the title is supposed to mean. I don't know myself. XD