BioFar into the mountains there was a small cottage which housed a young father and his son. As a well established alchemist, the father split his time between unlocking the secrets of the world and then enticing his son to do the same. By day, the two would harvest plants and minerals to experiment with. By night, they’d study and map the stars. Eventually as the son grew older he was sent to two schools, one for studying the sword and the other to study the pen. Nearly every waking moment of the sons life was devoted to some kind of higher learning. Various martial arts, endless library sessions, intense physical training and wild philosophical debates. Eventually, it became too much to bear, the weight of the world on the young son’s shoulders. He then went to his father, the master alchemist, because surely he would know how to relieve the pain and lighten the burden. “Son”, he began, “life is full of mysteries, the yin and yang. When you were born, you mother died shortly afterwards, her body too weak from a related illness. Since that day I have found no herb or book that has unlocked the secret to curing that pain. It was not until you started growing older that I found happiness again. Your love of life was so infectious. The sorrow from the loss of your mother was the yin and your joyous outlook towards the world was the yang. It was only when the two were balanced that I found peace and harmony in my life. This is the gift I wish to share with you, quite possibly the secret of the Gates of Virtue. Balance yourself and the world will follow.” That same night, the son went out into the mountains to meditate on what his father had said. And as the story goes, he spent the entire night under the stars and when he returned home, the Zenith caste symbol was blazing on his forehead, seeming to rise with the Unconquered Sun.