BOOK ONE OF THE MBALI SERIES | SLOW UPDATES
Every black moon a female human is given the ability to grow plants from the dust with just the flick of her wrist, control the critters in the forest -- communicating with them and healing them -- she unconsciously leaves vibrant flowers in her wake and involuntarily restores the world's natural beauty. Her touch refreshes, her breath brings things (back) to life. Her sole purpose is to create.
Her male counterpart comes to life on the same day. His sole purpose is to destroy all she has created, demolish all she has brought to life and make sure that nothing she has formed remains alive. His hands can nurture nothing, his steps trample on everything. All that he touches rots. All that he grips decays. All he does, is destroy.
He ruins all her creations, until finally, he kills the creator. An act that triggers his own destruction.
What happens when he doesn't feel the carnal need to destroy the girl or her creations? When what she creates gives him joy and not the mind-consuming hatred he was wired to feel? What happens when two perfect opposites are no longer quite as perfect? No longer quite opposites? What happens when the line between creation and destruction blurs, shaking the universe to its core?
What happens when no one knows the difference between the two? When lines blur to a point where no one, not even the Rulers, can distinguish between the two?
What happens when they become one?