The youthful Elf is given the eternal gift of a Silver Phoenix�s feather, this has been passed down, apprentice after a apprentice till it falls into the hands, quite literally, of the one person, who can lead a army in to darkness, and erase all the hate between the races
This is the second chapter of my Battle school story. I've choosen not to switch characters around anymore, the ones you saw before are the ones you get now.
This is the introduction to a story I started long ago. I have a little more done, but there will need to be a lot more editing before I create another chapter.
A brief look into the world of my newest creation, 'No Regret'. The story itself isn't very far past the planning stage, but I was inspired by the song 'Hello' by Evanescence, and this is what came of it.
I drew inspiration from alot of things. The gathering of other birds' songs is something the Lyrebird does very well. But the story mostly is inspired by all creative persons, whom I feel, is sometimes the human version of...singing for a mate? Perhaps. The ending is not here yet. I really like the idea of putting a unicorn's horn onto Ferenether in the illustration. I just hope nobody has already thought about it >.> <.<
This is a poem I wrote awhile ago, that got published in my High School's literary magazine, 'Mindprints'. I'm pretty proud of it, and I hope you enjoy it too!
Phoenix 3 (sorry nothing new) changed a little, re-formatted the text. It looks different at least...And before you ask, i'm not sure yet...
Well i have this half elf half phoenix char who i really like so i decided to write about one of his past incarnations...
Life is not worth living without love, especially if the one you love doesn't even know you exist... This story is very short with not much detail to the characters. Different from my usual to keep focus on the simplistic plot.
The beginning of a story about a woman named Kaedra and her love, Simon. It begins with the attempted righting of a city government, which ends up going horribly wrong...
Kalika, wielder of the Phoenix Arrow, a weapon born in the fire of pure magic. It grants luck where it will, and always, has remained loyal to her. But it creates its own kind of luck and not even she comprehend what it is giving her. A tale of luck, fate, and the inevitable.
The third installment.
I was bored one day, so I painted a picture of a phoenix, taking as my reference point a crimson topaz hummingbird. I then thought 'hmm.. I want to write something,' and this is what occurred
One of my favourites. Just about if a god needs his people
A poem about the death of a phoenix, instead of the birth of one...