The Phoenix
They say there's a phoenix living alone in England. He's in a castle. An old one made of stone that creaks under the weight of your foot. They say his feathers red and orange and tipped with blazing fire. They say that he's so immense that his wings touch either side of the ballroom when he stretches out. They say he has a heart of gold and loves everyone.
But I've also heard that he has been in many wars and has fought for what he believed in. He was so noble that he fought along side with the best of soldiers. He was used a fearsome weapon and his side was most likely to have the glory of winning. His fire burned many men and his claws killed many more. They say he had a way of making the fearless fearful. Those were the best of his time, but now, he lay lonely in a tower of his castle.
They say he moved in about a hundred years ago and scared off the residents that had made a living there before him. He just burst in and told them to leave. Of course they had heard of him and his short temper, so they quickly evacuated. These day he sits in his tower and morns the waste of his life. He regrets what he has done to this beautiful world. He's burned it and he hates himself for it.
They say he never wanted a life like this and now he's scarred. All he wants now is to die peacefully and leave his shameful life of murder. The phoenix hates himself for what he's done. He's sad and ashamed of killing so many. He hates how people flee him or just shiver at the thought of him.
He was a very benevolent figure though. They say he was kind and caring to those on his side of the fight. They say he was willing to help anyone who was in need. I've heard that if you had called for him before he locked himself up, he would be there in a flash. They say a lot of things. I want to meet this phoenix and ask him for his real story. You can't trust what people say.
I know it's short. Sorry. I don't have much time...plus, I can't think of any more things to say. I'll do a really good SSS next week! :)
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