Ambrosius has truly discovered that he is a phoenix. After lots of trial and error, he has learned to master his new set of abilities. That includes immunity to fire, great power from his sharp talons, and, of course, flight. He is now one-hundred percent phoenix and zero percent human. After weeks of isolation, living of the fruits on trees alone, he has decided to pursue his village members.
After the sun rose, he sets off into the great unknown, his wings beating with the force of a thousand men. He continues for hours, in the direction that his fellow villagers went, before he turned his backs to them and ran towards his screaming mother. He shuddered at the thought. After 10 hours of continuous flight, he decides to rest. He glides down to a dark, swampy area and finds shade under some trees. He tries to sleep, but hears this distant beating getting slowly louder. He can't ignore it, so he gets up. He begins walking toward the sound, and it gets louder and louder. He tries to stay silent, which is hard considering that he is 12 feet tall and weighs over 900 pounds. He draws closer, till he's practically right next to the sound. He trots behind some large bushes, and gets into a hunting position. He looks around till he see it. Four of the village elders beating on the drums repeatedly in a form of meditation. He feels a strong urge to just walk out and greet them, but he has now way to communicate efficiently with them and he may appear a little frightening to them. After about five minutes, he comes up with a plan.
About 30 minutes later, they finished their meditation. He walked to the center and stabbed his beautiful beak into the muddy ground. Then, he slowly but surely wrote a message into the darkened sand: I am the phoenix, Ambrosius. And I have a plan to defeat Garvlosh.