Author's Note

Ok, so I've seen a lot of different versions of what a phoenix's powers are considered to be. So I'm going to give you a quick explanation of the version I'm using here.

Characteristics

The phoenix was a powerful being that appeared human. It possessed the ability to incinerate things through touch and was immune to conventional methods of killing; though the phoenix could technically "die", it would resurrect soon after being killed. Upon death, the phoenix would combust and form a pile of ashes. These ashes are poisonous to its mother, Eve, and can be used to kill her.
Due to their toxic nature to Eve, the phoenix was the only one of its species created.

Powers and abilities

Immortality – The phoenix was long-lived and impervious to things that would kill a human (gunshot, hanging).

Invulnerability – The phoenix has high resilience to standard weapons.

Pyrokinesis – With a single touch, the phoenix was capable of incinerating humans to cinders.

Resurrection – When a phoenix is killed, the death is only temporary as it will rise from the ashes.

And since at the beginning it states that it appeared human, I'm going to assume that it was able to switch between the two. And I'm going to be considering this as a phoenix from the HUMAN world entering the PONY world. So, Philomena is going to basically have the same powers, except for being able to switch between appearing human or not. Hope I was able to clear up any confusion before it happened. Enjoy the story! Also, any feedback on how I can improve on my writing would be GREATLY appreciated! I'm still new at this whole thing and any advice on how to improve is invaluable.

A Flare in the night sky.

I don’t remember the plane crash, I just know it happened. It was a normal day, I had boarded the plane after having spent the weekend in California visiting the beaches and stuff. We took off normally and I eventually nodded off. Then suddenly I was startled awake by a loud ripping noise. Looking to the source of the noise I saw that a few rows ahead of me the plane wall had been torn open. And people were being sucked out. Then I heard a cracking noise come from my window. Looking towards it I had just enough time to mutter “For fuck sake” before the wall exploded open, Launching me out of the plane. The only thing I heard after that was the rushing of the wind, and screaming. Sometimes I heard my own screams, Sometimes I heard others.

The spinning eventually made me pass out. And when I regained consciousness I was still in the sky, though no longer in my seat. But the strangest thing was it was nighttime, and I felt different, VERY different. Not the sort of difference you’d expect to feel while falling to your demise. But the kind of difference that gives you the sensation of not being in your own body. The next thing I did was something that I have absolutely no idea why I did. I spread out my arms and moved my legs together to where they were positioned behind me. And surprisingly? It fucking worked! I felt my arms catch the air, and I started to GLIDE. Which is weird because human arms are like, not meant for flying at all. In an attempt to figure out what the fuck was going on I looked to my left, and what I saw scared the ever-living shit out of me. What I saw wasn’t my arm, but a WING. Specifically a bright GLOWING orange wing with what looked like a yellow set of secondary feathers which were ALSO glowing.

The only thing I could do was scream out the only words I knew to accurately describe what I was feeling.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE HELL???” I had about enough time to realize that my words had come out in a squawk before something in the back of my head screamed at me to pay the fuck attention because I’m currently FLYING. Turning to look in front of me again I realized that my head must have been slow on the uptake because it warned me WAY too late to avoid that tree that seems to be rapidly approaching my face. Everything around where I impacted was treated to a cartoonish WHACK as I plastered myself across the trunk of said tree. After a couple of moments, I pushed my wings against the bark and plopped off the tree onto the ground. Only to faceplant directly into the mud.

I’m not gonna lie, I stayed there face down on the mud for a while. Not sure how long to be honest. My face hurt, my ears hurt, my wings hurt, my legs hurt, basically, my everything hurt. Eventually, I heard a noise, a continuous noise that sounded like a kid crying. Ok, now that’s something that warrants investigation, a kid crying in the woods? That’s never good. I may be hurt but a kid is a kid. Pushing my wings against the mud I lifted myself onto my legs. Turning toward the noise I noticed a small filly looking thing standing in front of what looked like a massive gorge. Wow, I could have hit that gorge, guess I got lucky. Though I don’t get why a filly is crying, eh what the hell? Somehow I got transformed into some sort of bird, nothing should seem crazy now.

I was about to call out when suddenly I saw the kid take a few steps back, then do the little hoof kicking thing horses do when they’re about to charge something. With widening eyes I realized what the kid planned to do, and I wasn’t having it, here’s hoping I weigh enough. Flapping my wings is still new to me so I wasn’t able to get very far off the ground but that wasn’t my aim thank the lord. She began running, and I began flying. Our paths intercepted just before she hit the gorge. Pushing my head down so that my beak didn’t pierce her skin or anything I shoved the top of my head into her shoulder. And both of us went rolling. When we stopped I was on the ground, and she was a few feet away from me, staring at me in complete surprise.

“w-why did you do that?”

The question wasn't unwarranted, but I had the same one.

"I could ask you the same thing, what the hell were you thinking?" I had better things to worry about other than the fact that this horse was both orange, and talking. This kid just tried to END itself. Though unfortunately me being some sort of bird didn't help on the communication part...

"Oh right, I cant understand you. Guess I should have expected that." I glared at her and gestured toward the gorge with my right-wing which was bent at an odd angle. Then I did the bird equivalent of raising my eyebrow, which is to just slightly close one eye and open the other. Wait a second. Wing, bent at an odd angle. Opening both of my eyes wide I turned my head to my wing, what I meant to say was along the lines of "JESUS WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?" but all that came out was a squawking sound. Reaching to it with my other wing I attempted to put it back to the angle it looked like it was meant to be at. And surprisingly? It worked. I was surprised at first but then I got my first good look at myself. I was covered in mud, yeah but it wasn't hard to figure out the species of bird I am. I'm a fucking phoenix!

Satisfied by the fact that my wing was healing, though flying wasn't gonna be a thing that would happen for an hour at least. I turned back to the kid, Once again performing the gestures trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with her and the gorge. And it finally clicked in her head. Her pupils shrunk into her eyes, and her ears flattened against her head. She seemed ready to run and hide. But I made sure to position myself between her and the gorge, just in case.

Eventually, she cracked. And by cracked I mean completely fucking broke down. She collapsed to the mud crying her eyes out and trying to speak. Though with her crying I couldn't make any of it out. Walking was still awkward but I managed it. I moved over to her and wrapped my wings around her barrel, in an attempt at a hug. She seemed to appreciate it, and we sat there for a while. Not moving a single inch. And eventually, under the night sky, she nodded off. So I spread myself across her like a blanket. Wrapping my wings around her in an attempt to keep her warm. She was slightly bigger than me but I did what I could. And eventually, I fell asleep too.