This is Tiberian, my adopted Fledgling.
There is only one Phoenix, which lives upon air and is immortal. It dwells in Phoenicia on the eastern shore of the Mediterranean; but when it feels itself growing weary-which happens every 500 years-it flies west towards Egypt, to Heliopolis, the City of the Sun. There, in a tall palm tree, it builds a next of sweet-smelling woods and spices. At dawn it sings a hymn to the sun; then it claps its wings together, setting fire to the next, and is consumed in the flames. But even as the fire dies down the Phoenix reises again from its own ashes, young and strong and shining. It rests for three days, then spreads its wings and flires eastward back to Phoenicia.
What I knew about the Phoenix is that it was a great bird of fire, that could never die but was always reborn. Maybe my obsession came after my brother started reading the X-men comics and Jean Gray had become Phoenix and Dark Phoenix. That's what the picture above is.
