A miraged sun rested just above the horizon creating a perfect backdrop for the mountain before it, informing the two silhouettes that evenfall was fast approaching.

The fluorescent night flowers began to bloom around the two meditating figures, creating a surreal beauty upon the peak. Gradually the flora on the mountain, as if heeding the call of the moonflowers, opened their petals wishing the departing sun a goodbye until 'morrow.

The mountain soon began to permeate with a myriad of colours, a beacon warning the entities of the valley the coming of the dark.

Avian-fauna took to the sky, flying towards their abodes; while land-animals scampered to their dens.

One of the figures slowly stood up, her hair and robe gently flowing in the breeze, a slight smile spread across her beautiful visage.

"Brother, the family is deeply sorry for the grievances they caused you; especially mother and father," she said as she turned to look at the bald meditating man.

"They hope you come back at some point, we hope to not burn the last bridges we have with you."

The woman moved towards the man and placed her hand on his shoulder, "I know you've been listening to all my words over the past week, even though you haven't responded,"

"I only found you by chance during my travels, and I'm glad you allowed me to find you," she said as she turned around and began to traverse down the mountain.

Her proud gait becoming more lonesome within the sunset.

"One day... I'll come visit. It may be many decades from now, or even later than that," the bald man's husky voice spread around the peek.

The woman's back stiffened with his words, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of relief.

"It is not the time for me touch the sword again, well, at least not yet," the man stood up and looked towards his sister.

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"When I feel it is right, I'll retrieve my sword," he finished saying.

"En." The women nodded in acceptance, with a wave of her hand the sword on her back floated in front of her, with a light step, she stood upon the ethereal blade and flew off into the distance.

Her sword lighting up the valley in the process, akin to a messenger dove returning joyous news.

The man stood silently upon the mountain, the night flowers his only company.

Suddenly above the mountain, currents of air began to rotate ever slowly. Gradually the clouds around the mountain joined the ever-forming whirlpool of elements over the summit.

This unusual phenomenon captured the attention of the man, he slowly stood up, confusion in his eyes.

The whirlpool eventually formed a rampaging tempest of energy. Within the centre of the phenomenon, space began to tear apart revealing a black void with tinges of purple.

The man's stance never changed during this event, even though one's instinctive reaction would be to leave the scene or at least put up a defensive position; for he felt no threat from the phenomenon above him.

From out the void, a quaint wooden basket floated out. Mellifluous zither melodies of the Dao followed the basket, almost attempting to soothe something inside the basket. Incorporeal apparitions danced around the basket joyfully, pulling funny faces towards the small hands flailing in the air.

The basket slowly moved towards the bewildered man and landed in his outstretched hands, hands which he didn't even realise he put forth.

The basket’s wood emanated an archaic air, while the glyphs and thatch working were sublime, with swords identical to the apparitions engraved into the glyphs. But the man's attention was not on the artisan's work, but rather the infant within the basket.

Calm grey eyes stared back at the man.

The man even felt faint laws of the Sword Dao emanating from the unusual eyes of the pure, untainted infant.

He looked towards the jade mutton-like hands and feet of the infant and soon realised that it was a she.

A serenity that he hadn't felt for years began to enclose his soul, he felt an unexplainable intimacy towards the infant.

The ambience around her was the same type that he had emitted towards all those within the monastery, a forlorn atmosphere of abandonment. The man soon realised that the lonesome aura, that she was emanating was actually from the exquisite glyphs upon the basket.

He gently graced the most prominent glyph, it immediately reacted to his touch and projected a message towards the sky a few metres before him.

The man's eyes glazed over reading the message.

He gently looked into the eyes of the baby, "It seems you are in the same situation as me, little one; although, your parents had no choice in the matter."

The longer he gazed at her, the higher the sense of protection for the baby formed within him.

For the first time in years, something that would invoke a stunned reaction from all those in the monastery occurred, the man smiled.

A smile of wholesome happiness - a path had finally opened up before him.