Millennia ago there was once a god named Phoenix, who was worshipped by all people, for he was the only god, but this peace could not remain. On a night that was cold as ice, and when it was midnight a group of people went to his temple, barging all the way into the most holy of places on the face of the planet. There he sat, Phoenix, surrounded by fire, his hair up to his shoulders and his hair seemed to be spun out of the purest gold. He had wings of pure fire; he looked strong as well as handsome and his armor was gold with red rubies around the collar. A sword was on a table while the god himself was sitting on a throne of which seemed to be made from many different metals and it was also covered in valuable stones. Phoenix looked down at them while they stepped closer, each human with a weapon.
“So, you wish to face my wrath, mortals. Dont you know that I can’t die?” he asked, with a smirk on his face.
“Yeah, but we can always try” the leader of the group stated.
They took a step forward but as they did Phoenix stood up, walking towards his sword. He went and gripped the sword and as he did a huge amount of power exploded from him, killing five of the people in the room. Suddenly the humans ran towards Phoenix, and a battle started, one of which lasted for five whole days.
“Flee while you can mortals. I don’t like killing but if I have to I have to”.
As he said this he pulled back on his sword, ready to kill them.
“Oh yeah, Phoenix? Well to bad for you I know that you can’t stand the cold. Open the doors and windows!” the leader shouted.
His order was instantly obeyed and the cold night air was allowed in. The moment Phoenix felt it he backed away from them and walked closer to a fire.
“You have won, mortals, but I’ll be back, on a night exactly like this one, and when that time comes I’ll kill anyone that gets in my way of reclaiming my throne” Phoenix stated before running into the fire and disappearing. Suddenly they heard shacking, and people were screaming something about the city falling, and they ran out. What they saw amazed them. The city was falling into the sea, and they looked at each other after taking a few things from the Temple of Fire.
“What have we done?” they asked, before they escaped the city and went to different corners of the globe, watching the city being swallowed by the sea.
Since that day the world has changed. Civilizations rose and fell, and yet he didn’t come back, and the old ways were forgotten. Murder became a part of everyday life, and yet no one remembered the Kingdom of Phoenix, of which spanned the entire world. Peace had reined, but now the Earth was mostly evil.
The reason I tell you this is to be warned. Phoenix is coming and no one can stop him.
