Book of Phoenix Ashes

I had recently turned eighteen, well five months ago, after the war, my first war, I found that the memory of death lasted forever, and it followed the mind as if a physiological plague, I could no longer sleep deeply and peacefully, I’d slip now and again to wake in terror. The days grew long, and unbearable, I grew irritable, and the lack of sleep taking its toll on me, I lost my sense of humor and joy, for it to be replaced by tiredness. Some nights I’d get a fair sleep, but those being slim to none, I eventually after another month of this, I grew horribly lonesome, which didn’t help the fact that I couldn’t move around with anything more than a mope. I lacked energy for anything, even eating became a task, I became skinny, I was a sore sight in my late teens, I looked like I lived as much as I am old today, but with a youth. I carried bags underneath my eyes most of the time, I had shed many of my feathers, Id sleep sometimes in the daylight, in the trees, time just seemed to move in slow motion, I lost all the perks to my personality, my youth was gone as a young stallion, I felt like a dead pony, slithering through the reality of life like it was a dream, but tangible, and the feeling felt as if it lasted for eons. One night came around, and I looked straight to the sky in my perspective thirty thousand feet up in the yonder of air and wind, I felt life, I saw it, smelt it, the great green and purple violet lights of our northern sky’s, danced, filled with a mystical life as if it was magic.

My eyes where filled with the sight of them, and the stars of the background, full of the dust clouds of space and planets, stars, moons. And then the lights danced away, but the stars lingered, slowly moving across the sky, I felt the deep happiness, that the young one feels when it would see its mother, They looked as if breathing, rippling in the whisper thin air of the attitude, I couldn’t look away, fully entranced by the majesties of the stars. But it was short, and they were moved away with the moon to greet with and bring forth the sun if the east, it rose, bright oranges and reds, lighting my eyes, and warming my feathers with the radiant heat that all envied. I looked at the suns rising as my first realization, my realization of life, my life goal, who I was supposed to be, and then I looked down, I spoke aloud to myself in the twilight of dawn, “What has become of me, I had life, is this my death, am I dead?” I felt my skin begin to burn up, the sun fully rising, my feathers fly away carried by a strong wind that pulled ashes of my body away, in a long trail starting from a red epicenter of my origin, it was dark, and cold. An eye opened to my left, a massive light blue eye, and another one like it to the right, they blinked once, and a loud female voice echoed out, tearing into my soul, “Rise Blaze!” the voice called out, “Rise from the ashes of death!” the voice commanded, “And so forth rise the rest of Earth with you, from the ashes of the forsaken and forgotten!” I felt the burn on my skin, the light of life, as the ashes of my body burned in a bright white light, I rose from the ashes of death, in a burning embrace of speed and height, aiming my body down with my birdlike tail, trailing flames and smoke down, and through the city, the dust curling up behind me, I angled my tail down and opened it wide landing on the ground with one strong flap. My body flickered and crackled as flame, pony just waking and witnessing my rebirth, looked at me with a gaze of wonder and gleam, their faces light by my bright fire, of which lighting a wide aria around me in the early twilight, of the ground. My body cooled off but ever leaving a faint glow behind on my feathers.

The baptism of every phoenix is a single rebirth, I had mine, and to prove it my feathers glowed of the light of flame, the light of life that would last forever. I felt awake, alive, happy, and I got my original charismatic personality back, the same one that befriended the many. But the beginning of eternity has only just begun, and I realized now at that moment, the most horrid of curses was bestowed upon me, I was immortal, I would live forever, beyond and into the before of beginning of time, my life would last forever, I had all the time to do everything, I could for the kind of all, but the more came, and my job, was to change the world. I’m but one single pony, of the tender age of eighteen, and frankly for the time being of eternity, I had no choice, it was chosen for me. But no matter, I refused to let all down for ones need, so began my great journey. One of the ashes of a phoenix.