I was Tom. I wasn't Tommy, or Thomas. Just Tom.
Tom was a normal guy, who had normal troubles, normal fun, normal everything. He even used to have a dog named Fido. Can't get much more normal than that.

Screw Tom.

Now, Tom is a distant memory, and I'm gouging my name in the history books, one stolen edition at a time.

My name is Cedar, and I'm a Phoenix.


(crappy cover art done by me, will be rated mature in future for violent content)