There they both stood, on a plain of fire and ice. Lava reached over the tundra and the frost took over the ashes. The brothers stared with hateful eyes, eyes that shined fire and ice in themselves.
The moon stood behind the brother with the deep blue jacket atop a black shirt and pants. The color of the jacket matched the left eye of the man and the frosted blade in the man's right hand. The right eye was a deep red that had a fire burning inside it.
He stood opposite the man in red, who had the sun on his back. This man had a deep red jacket with the same black shirt and pants, the same shade of red as the heated blade in his left hand and the man's left eye. The right eye of this man was a dark blue, the same shade of his brother.
They feuded for control for centuries, the ice and the fire. But neither could subdue the other.
The brothers were drawing for the final battle, ready to win this never ending war.
As one, the two held their blades high and charged, perfectly synchronized. Before the blades hit a powerful light radiated from the collision created the end of existence. The balance of nature was thrown out, and the entire cosmos began to unravel.
How does this end? This battle repeats itself, with each new collision bringing a revival of the battle. This constant cycle is embodied in the creation of life, and the destruction of death. With each explosion life was destroyed then brought back in another form, one different than the last. The fusion of ice and fire brings about new worlds, and with each new world comes a new battle.
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