With feathers lava-bright the phoenix dominated the sky. Though she was barely larger than an eagle, her effect was dragon-esque. This creature, swooping above the New York skyline was a thing of legend. She was as real as Bat-Man or Wonder Woman, as real as the Hogwarts Express… Yet she was there for all to see, beneath the storm clouds that billowed grey, she was every sunrise and sunset rolled into one.
Aqua Phoenix wasn’t supposed to exist, and that’s a lonely place to be. Everybody knows the story of the phoenix, born of fire only to return to ashes and be reborn. Though Aqua had come from a normal family of fire-birds, she was the child of the water element. The gods had chosen to make a new species and she was the first. From an egg of pure flame she’d emerged as a cloud-chick - white, fluffy and singing entirely the wrong song. Though they loved her, her family knew her future was with the water creatures and so among the coral reefs she had made her home.
Yet the gods make new creatures for a reason and that reason is always a grand battle between good and evil. Aqua had a destiny and she could feel it. The water both soothed her and told her of future days, of times when the world and her family would need her to be brave. A war was coming that the fire-phoenix’s would lose. Different though she was, they’d need her and so would all of creation. It seemed that the day of her calling would never come - but then, one fateful day, the fish came as messengers. Nothing would ever be the same again.
In the middle of a midnight song,
Came the parakeet,
A bird of flame,
A bird of deep indigo's keep,
And into that blessed night,
Of it's own song it gave,
Not born of fright,
Nor for mirth or sonnet's might,
Yet for rekindling of heaven's fire.
Be a hand to hold when cold winds whip about my ether and chill my skin, stinging at my core. For in those moments that flash of heat is interpreted as light by my deeper self. It triggers the response of the phoenix, combusting the darkness, to spread wings of flame and fly once more.
The Phoenix, after learning through its cycles of fire and ash, in time becomes an angel of pure energy, eternally bright.
The phoenix after so many cycles of fire and ash becomes an eternal invincible bird of pure golden energy.
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