Literature
The phoenix
The phoenix He perched on a greenish tree near a cave with a stream gurgling around; seemingly staring into the beyond. The bright red and fiery plumage was a contrast to the snowy world encompassing him. The air of majesty hovered around the tree, but something was amiss. There was confusion in his eyes ,an anticipation , of death. The ancient bloodline within him didn't put this world in its eyes; the beautiful , magical, fragile world which had been its home for the last 1400 years. He rarely met another of his kind, for there were not many. As such, he had no knowledge of the things that will come to pass. But his intuition was bubblin...