Sybil was no more. Instead of her, a beautiful burning bird was standing in front of them with its spread wings looking down at them. Eleanor was furious. Now she understood from who Sybil had the pieces of information. She knew who helped her. Why her focus was so perfect. Why she knew exactly what she was doing. But on the other hand, girls were standing there amazed but the magnificent creature standing right in front of them.
Phoenix was a symbol of power and commitment. They all heard and read stories about this mythical creature but no one ever saw one in real. But now one was standing right in front of them no matter that it was just Sybil using her transformation.
Sybil was exhausted from this little show, the transformation, and especially from the ritual which took most of her
