12 April 2012
Two months later.
Nothing had happened to me recently worth recording. I'm Amber, I'm an orphan, I hate my life.
I try to drift back into my own little world, where the sky is velvet and the sea if sapphire. Where I float upon a violet breeze.
I'm suddenly woken from my thoughts by a bright beautiful light. I open my eyes and look at my hand. I'm on fire! I see the green flames dancing around my fingertips, illuminating my rough nails and cracked skin. I desperately try to blow out the blaze but then, I stop.
The flames soothe me, not burn. I watched in awe as my rough nails etch themselves into perfect shapes. My cracked skin becomes moistured and tanned.
I watch the green flame as it recedes into my hand.
Then I burn.
My whole body burst into flames, scouring every inch of dirt and imperfection from my figure. I feel so... Alive.
The flames slowly float off my body and into the sky. I look down and see, standing no more than ten feet in front of me, Jonathan. With an expression of horror on his face. He turns, and runs.
"Wait", I cried. Then, I heard an ear-piercing scream. I run to Jonathan, only to find him on the floor, burning. Burning with green flame that melts his skin. I watch, paralysed with fear, until the flames recede. And etched on his charred face, a Phoenix.
Phoenix. (Chapter Three) • Opuss № I