How did the Black and White Sesame seeds get separated? How did they even meet?
Legend has is that there were once two guardians of the Dusty Dunes Desert. Like a yin and yan, maintaining the balance between light and dark, hot and cold. The power of the white sesame seed would allow anyone to cool off in one of the many oasis’s, while the power of the black sesame seed would allow anyone to heat up in the hot desert. The different shades in the sand were also part of the balance between the two guardians. The white sesame seed would mark the cooler spots with dark sand, while the black sesame seed would mark hotter spots with light sand.
How do I know this? Well I was with the two, looking over the desert. You may see me as a mere contact lens, but in my prime I sustained the sesame seeds, making sure that they carried out their duties. In other words, I’m like the base the yin and yan rest on.
However, the impenetrable bond of the white and black sesame seed must have been broken, as when we awoke one morning the black sesame seed was missing. The white sesame seed called for its partner, while I closely observed a distant figure approaching us. I pointed this out to the white sesame seed, who gasped in horror upon realizing what had happened.
We were being approached by a Mole Playing Rough, and on the tip of its nose stood the black sesame seed.
“Get them!”
The mole proceeded to whack us into the air with its sharp claws. Thoughts of intense hatred for the black sesame seed filled my mind as I soared through the air. Why had that jerk made the mole attack us? Brainwashing perhaps? We were supposed to maintain the balance of power within the desert. The two sesame seeds had vowed to never take control of any living creature, so what made the black sesame seed break the promise?
Speaking of promises, I made one to get my revenge on that black sesame seed no matter what it takes. Though I may reside in a bakery in Fourside now, I will still find a way… Though sometimes I do wonder, does the white sesame seed feel the same way about the black sesame seed? The two shared a close bond, so perhaps the white sesame seed has a better understanding of the truth than I.
Legend has is that there were once two guardians of the Dusty Dunes Desert. Like a yin and yan, maintaining the balance between light and dark, hot and cold. The power of the white sesame seed would allow anyone to cool off in one of the many oasis’s, while the power of the black sesame seed would allow anyone to heat up in the hot desert. The different shades in the sand were also part of the balance between the two guardians. The white sesame seed would mark the cooler spots with dark sand, while the black sesame seed would mark hotter spots with light sand.
How do I know this? Well I was with the two, looking over the desert. You may see me as a mere contact lens, but in my prime I sustained the sesame seeds, making sure that they carried out their duties. In other words, I’m like the base the yin and yan rest on.
However, the impenetrable bond of the white and black sesame seed must have been broken, as when we awoke one morning the black sesame seed was missing. The white sesame seed called for its partner, while I closely observed a distant figure approaching us. I pointed this out to the white sesame seed, who gasped in horror upon realizing what had happened.
We were being approached by a Mole Playing Rough, and on the tip of its nose stood the black sesame seed.
“Get them!”
The mole proceeded to whack us into the air with its sharp claws. Thoughts of intense hatred for the black sesame seed filled my mind as I soared through the air. Why had that jerk made the mole attack us? Brainwashing perhaps? We were supposed to maintain the balance of power within the desert. The two sesame seeds had vowed to never take control of any living creature, so what made the black sesame seed break the promise?
Speaking of promises, I made one to get my revenge on that black sesame seed no matter what it takes. Though I may reside in a bakery in Fourside now, I will still find a way… Though sometimes I do wonder, does the white sesame seed feel the same way about the black sesame seed? The two shared a close bond, so perhaps the white sesame seed has a better understanding of the truth than I.
