The Winged Beast of Flames (Part 3)
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Here it is, Fairy Tale Part 3:
Ambrosius continued to scream and fight as his mother was pulled away from him. He pushed and shoved, and eventually managed to break the grasp of the village chief. Before anyone could stop him, he raced back into the flames, toward the shrinking silhouette of his mother. The guards spotted him, yet did nothing. As he continued running, he tripped over a rock. By the time he got up, he was engulfed in flames. There was nothing he could do, he was entirely surrounded. He had two options: One, stay in here and pray some miracle would save him, or two, jump through the flames and have a tiny chance of survival. He reluctantly took the second option. He burst through the flames, and screamed louder than all the others combined. All of the guards turned to him. He looked back for help, but the survivors of his village were already long gone. He was on his own.
He promised that he would not rest until he found his mother, and then he ran away from the guards, his mother, and the fire. He ran away until one guard decided that he shouldn't spare this child's life. He ran after him, grabbed him by the shirt, and threw him back into the fire. This time, Ambrosius took option number one, to give up. The flames circled in around him, and he slowly wilted away from reality, and succumbed to a horrifying darkness.
As hours passed, and the guards left, Ambrosius's pile of ashes sat there, lifeless, and motionless. Then, something happened. From the ashes rose something that was thought to be extinct. Something elegant and destructive at the same time. It was Ambrosius. He rose from the ashes, somehow alive once more, except something was different. Because humans don't rise from the ashes, that's impossible.
Phoenix's do.
Ambrosius continued to scream and fight as his mother was pulled away from him. He pushed and shoved, and eventually managed to break the grasp of the village chief. Before anyone could stop him, he raced back into the flames, toward the shrinking silhouette of his mother. The guards spotted him, yet did nothing. As he continued running, he tripped over a rock. By the time he got up, he was engulfed in flames. There was nothing he could do, he was entirely surrounded. He had two options: One, stay in here and pray some miracle would save him, or two, jump through the flames and have a tiny chance of survival. He reluctantly took the second option. He burst through the flames, and screamed louder than all the others combined. All of the guards turned to him. He looked back for help, but the survivors of his village were already long gone. He was on his own.
He promised that he would not rest until he found his mother, and then he ran away from the guards, his mother, and the fire. He ran away until one guard decided that he shouldn't spare this child's life. He ran after him, grabbed him by the shirt, and threw him back into the fire. This time, Ambrosius took option number one, to give up. The flames circled in around him, and he slowly wilted away from reality, and succumbed to a horrifying darkness.
As hours passed, and the guards left, Ambrosius's pile of ashes sat there, lifeless, and motionless. Then, something happened. From the ashes rose something that was thought to be extinct. Something elegant and destructive at the same time. It was Ambrosius. He rose from the ashes, somehow alive once more, except something was different. Because humans don't rise from the ashes, that's impossible.
Phoenix's do.
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