Phoenix
by Arwin
Tue, 19 Jun 2001, at 8:20 p.m. CST
A Phoenix is a mythical bird of fire, red and yellow of color. There are only
a few of in existance, and only a handfull of people have ever seen a Phoenix.
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Shadowmoor had not been the same since the disbanding of the Shadow Rangers.
While Arwin hoped the town would continue to live and it's inhabitants would
continue to band together, the opposite had happened. Several former Shadow
Rangers joined other guilds, even evil guilds, who they used to fight. Others
were still around, unable to find a new place for themselves. For several there
was no new destination after the Shadow Rangers.
Shadowmoor was deserted.
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When a Phoenix's lifespan ends the bird sets down and bursts into flames
which burn the body. After the flames die out, nothing but ashes of the bird
remain.
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The Library was looking good. It has over six hundred books, Stilgar had told
him. Arwin thought it was quite impressive, and quite an achievement. Only, it
was such a shame that so few people were in Shadowmoor these days. With fondness
he thought back of the days the town was active. Usually they didn't do anything
in the town, and they were just as bored as they are these days. But somehow the
boredom was less frustrating when it was shared with friends in Shadowmoor.
Nowadays, the only place to find people in Yew was in front of the Abbey, and
the boredom there seemed twice as much.
He casually mentioned to Stilgar how sad it was that the town had died out.
Much to his surprise, Stilgar told him Okami, Aeeyia and Brutus said the exact
same thing to him minutes ago.
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While the ashes are still hot, a spark ignites. A spark becomes a flame, a
flame becomes a fire, a fire becomes a bird. Out of the ashes of the dead
Phoenix, rises a new Phoenix, young and strong. With a loud screech it announces
itself as it flies up into the sky.
