Legend of The Phoenix

: SPAWN OF THE STAR

Far in the East of Middle Earth, in the lands of Dracon, lay a magically hidden homestead. Right at the edge of the Northern forest and near the shore of the ocean, at the horn of the Earthian continent. 

In this homestead lived an immortal couple who referred to themselves as Spawn of The Star... Sparks of The Divine Flame. Nesta and Sesta had lived hidden here in the East for as long as they could remember, which was long.

It must have been seriously long considering they couldn't remember where they came from. They couldn't even remember themselves being young or even how they came to be together. It appeared they had existed for so long that a chunk of their memories had just faded away from their minds. 

What stayed and they could not forget was the Spirit Magic that flowed through their veins. Even after what seemed to be eternity, their command of the elements still remained fresh. They also knew and felt a connection and oneness with The Star, almost as if it supplied them with the eternal vitality they enjoyed. 

They therefore knew themselves to be offspring of the energy of The Star and this they could not forget. Which was why they called themselves Spawn of The Star, Sparks of The Divine Flame.

Nesta and Sesta lived with their son, Volck Gruus, who was also an immortal. At least they remembered giving birth to him and watching him grow. They remembered that Volck had been a happy kid, growing up fast and soon running around all over the compound chasing after butterflies. 

They also remembered how they figured out he was immortal like them, when a massive branch from an avocado tree on their compound fell on him while he was playing under it. The branch had smashed right into his head and it had given them the scare of their lives. Only for Volck's body to regenerate instantly and they boy to jump up smiling and shouting 'again... again'. 

Volck had then grown up under their careful tutelage and guidance. They had taught him all they knew about themselves and their home.They had showed him and trained him to control and channel the magic in his blood and he had practiced over and over. Becoming sharp and agile in his command of the four elements; water, earth, fire and air. 

Nesta Star also taught his boy to tune in and listen to The Voice of The Silence. The Voice of The Silence was the name they gave to the occasional communication and guidance they would receive from The Star.

Volck's curiosity grew alongside his practice of Spirit Magic and soon he was asking his father all sorts of questions about the world of mortals that lay beyond their magical boundary. Nesta told him stories about the mortals of the world outside but could never allow him to go out beyond the boundary of their home, knowing that the mortals would not be too kind to the little boy if they found out he was supernatural. 

Volck was only allowed to leave the home when he reached two hundred years and when he did leave, he went away and stayed. He had felt that his father had been too hard on him so when the opportunity of freedom came, he left planning to never come back. 

He traveled all around Middle Earth learning about the lives of the mortals and even settled down in the lands of Grandol. He married a beautiful girl he had met in his travels and they had two daughters. Volck's wife, however, aged away and died and he was forced to flee the Grandolian village since the villagers had begun to find him strange, seeing as he wasn't aging a day. 

Volck then - with a heavy heart - left his daughters, who had by then grown up, and he continued onto adventures to the South. After years of traveling without seizing, Volck found himself with no other choice but to go back home since it was the only place he was accepted. 

When he went back to the East, he found his parents just as he had left them. Nesta and Sesta welcomed him home with open arms and he promised never to leave their company again. 

The three immortals then lived on together, magically hidden away from the mortal world. Tending to orchards in their homestead and practicing their Spirit Magic. 

Their house was a white castle built on the side of a small hill. A stream of pure clean water flowed gracefully downhill beside the vast compound of the castle. On the other side of the small river, the Star family had planted orchards with all varieties of fruits and vegetables. There were also farms of corn and millet, everything they ate they grew here themselves. 

Inside the white castle was a vast living room space. The living room had three curved couches placed around to form a broken circle. Inside the circular space, was a heavy cotton mat which Nesta and Sesta used for their meditation sessions.There was also a kitchen, set aside and separated from the living room by a short wall. 

At the center of the living room stood a spiralling staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs. Volck's bedroom had a balcony in front that opened out to the beautiful view of the rolling landscape of the hill, down to the valley below. Nesta and Sesta's bedroom was the larger one and it had massive windows opening out to the other side of the hill.

Volck stood on the balcony upstairs with his arms leaning on the metal railing. He was looking out beyond the compound at the orchards on the other side. He couldn't take his gaze off a group of birds that was flying together and seemed to be making endless rounds around the orchard, probably looking for nuts. He liked how they swerved in the air with their little wings stretched out as they stared down at the  farm below.

Sesta was lying flat on the couch, her eyelids slowly closing and then opening again as she tried not to fall asleep. She was tired. She had been watering her garden of flowers outside all day and she had just gotten back into the house and taken a cold chilling shower. Of course she was going to sleep, but Nesta wasn't going to let her.

He wanted her to wait and taste the surprise delicacy he was busy preparing in the kitchen.

 "I can see you dozing off," Nesta said, looking at her from the kitchen. 

"I'm awake... I'm awake," she said, suddenly opening her eyes and sitting upright on the couch. 

Nesta then slowly picked up the pot from the magical fireplace where it had been cooking and placed it onto the concrete counter. He pulled out a melamine bowl from the utensils on a tray and poured the thick brown soup into it. He then dipped a spoon slightly into the soup and then into his mouth and his face brightened. 

He picked the bowl from the counter and carried it carefully into the living room. Sesta watched him as he walked slowly towards her, looking at the bowl in his hands as he approached. He then walked over and placed it onto the arm of the couch on which she sat. 

"What is this anyway," Sesta said, taking a glance at the broth inside the bowl. 

"It's a recipe of my own creation... just taste it," He said, handing her the spoon in his hand. 

Sesta picked the spoon and then dipped it into the bowl, drawing some and lifting it up into her mouth. She smiled. It was tasty. It wasn't just tasty, it was mind blowing, or in this case mouth blowing. 

"Wow," she said. "It's so good I can't even make out the ingredients... What is in here?" She added, instantly picking the bowl from where it was placed and holding it in her arm as she scooped another spoonful. 

Nesta smiled. He was impressed that she was impressed. It made him happy when she liked his cooking. 

"A magician never reveals his secret my dear," he said, smiling as he walked around to sit on the couch. 

When he sat down and looked at her again, his mouth went agape. She was done. She'd gobbled it down like a hungry beast. 

"Is there more?" 

"There is more, honey," he said, laughing. Laughing at her.

Sesta then immediately stood up from the couch and began walking towards the kitchen, the empty bowl held carefully in her hand. 

"Wait," Nesta shouted. 

She turned around instantly to look at him. He was lying back on the couch, his head facing the ceiling and eyes tightly closed. His palms were placed onto each other in front of his chest and fingers interlocked into each other. 

"What... what is it? She said, placing the bowl on the floor and hurrying towards him. 

"The Silence is speaking."

"What can you hear?" She said, sitting down on the couch next to him and holding his head into her left arm. 

"Something is coming," Nesta said and paused, his eyes still closed. "The end... the end is coming." 

"What end? the end of what?" Sesta prodded. 

"Everything... The end of the world of mortals and immortals alike." He said, still inside the trance.

"How?" 

"A war is approaching... Soon, Heaven and Hell will clash in the mightiest battle upon the surface of the Earth, and the whole world will be desecrated in the aftermath... I see Angels and demons exchanging fire and ice. I see the Earth burning and freezing at the same time, and then... "

He went silent. 

"Then what," Sesta said. 

"It breaks. It cracks like an egg. Massive explosion... Millions of pieces scattered across space, and the world is no more." He said and then went silent again. 

Sesta looked away from him, frankly worried. 

"That's not all," He added and she turned back to look at him, his eyes still closed. 

"I see a bird... a dead bird. Then a burst of flames turning it into ash... Then out of the ashes it rises again, reborn. Massive red wings burning with fire as it flies victorious across the sky." He added and paused. He then took a deep breath and held it in for a second before releasing. 

"A Phoenix. It's a child... of fire. A Child of Fire. A mortal imbued with magic, forged by the gods of Heaven to be their weapon. But The Star is calling. The Star is calling him. We must find him and tell him to listen... Show him to listen to the Silence."

"We must find who?" Volck interrupted, walking down the spiralling steps of the staircase onto the floor of the living room. 

"Shut up Volck." Sesta barked at him. 

"Ohw," Volck said, quickly covering his mouth with his palms after seeing his father in the posture of his trances. He then tip-toed forward and sat onto the couch opposite to where the two sat. 

"Only he can prevent the end. Only he must balance the sides... I now see the Ocean, in the west of River Solia, a lonesome village close to the coast, there we will find the child of fire." Nesta continued and paused.  

He then opened his eyes and found Sesta staring at him.

"We must find him," he said, looking straight into her eyes and rising to sit upright. 

"We will," Sesta said. 

"I'll go," Volck said. "I have been to Solia, and Grandol and pretty much all of Middle Earth. I know the world of mortals better than you two. But first, who are we looking for and why?" 

"We are looking for a mortal youngster who has fire in his blood," Nesta said, looking forward at Volck. 

Volck suddenly wore a face full of confusion.

"How did a mortal come to have magic in his blood?" He said. 

"The gods of Heaven created him.., but that's beside the point. We need to find him because The Star is calling him and he isn't listening, he doesn't know how to listen. You will go to Solia, find him and bring him here so we can show him his supernatural nature and guide him to prevent the end."

"Yes father," Volck said and stood up. 

"Wait, the end?" He added, confused again. 

"Yes," Sesta intervened. "The prophecy says a war is coming. A battle of angels and demons that will result in the explosion of the planet. The Child of Fire must prevent the end." 

"Wow, okay," Volck said and kept quiet momentarily, to digest. "I'll leave at once then." He added and walked fast, away from them towards the staircase to his room upstairs. 

Volck was kinda happy a reason had shown up for him to go to the world of mortals again. He missed the adventures he'd been on all those thousand years ago when he had left their valley. The prophecy, however, also kinda worried him because he knew that The Silence never misspoke. 

So he hurried quickly and was soon walking back down the staircase, wearing his long black coat which swept the steps behind him. He also held in his right hand, a wooden staff that he had crafted himself. He thought walking with a staff made him look cool, and old, and wise. All of which he considered himself to be.

Sesta immediately stood up from the couch when she saw him step onto the floor of the living room, ready to leave. 

"Will you carry some food?" Sesta said, walking slowly towards him.

"No," he replied. "I have my way with mortals.., I won't lack food I assure you." 

"What's the stick for?" Sesta said, smiling slightly. 

"Ohw this," he said, glancing at his staff and feeling a little intimidated. "It's for making me look coo... You know what, you wouldn't get it." He shrugged and his mother laughed. 

"And Volck," Nesta said from the couch. Volck immediately turned to face him. "Don't come back without him." 

"Yes father." 

Volck then immediately walked outside the castle and was soon on the back of a horse, galloping fast along the meandering valley of the hill, his wooden staff clutched tightly in his right hand. Headed all the way across Middle Earth to Solia in the very west.

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Inside the The Citadel of Gods, upon the golden floor that covered the vast space inside, the four gods stood together speaking. They all clad in their long godly garments that dragged on the floor behind them.

Soulen held, in her right hand, a long staff made of clear-blue glass. She was slowly pacing across the floor as the other three conversed privately, knocking the staff gently on the floor as she walked. Soulen was contemplating her plan to extinguish Lucifer. It was finally time to meddle without meddling.

"It's time," Soulen said, but no one heard her. She then stopped pacing and looked at them. 

"Drame," she called. 

They all simultaneously turned to face her. 

"It's time... The Child of Fire is ready, we must bring him to Heaven so he can begin training for the task." 

"Are you sure he is ready," Ock said, looking at her. "He's now only twenty years old, is he mature enough? I mean, we are exposing the little mortal to the supernatural.. Shouldn't he be a little older when we do that?" 

"We can't afford to wait any longer," Aria intervened. She then walked forward a few paces and stood close to Soulen, turning back to face Drame and Ock where they stood. 

"My scouts say The Queen Mother has already permeated into the Earthian Kingdom of The Soths and she keeps gaining control and territory in the mortal world even as we speak. If we should stop her we must act now." Aria added. 

Soulen suddenly turned to Aria with a surprise on her face. 

"Isn't that the biggest civilization of the Earthian mortals?" She said, her face stern. 

"Yes it is," Aria replied. "I'm told the mortals now worship her and regard her as Queen Supreme of all that lives." 

Soulen then looked away from Aria and paced forward, looking at Drame and Ock. 

"If that's the case then we really need to act now," She said. 

"I agree," Drame interjected. "the Child of Fire must be trained and informed so he can begin the quest to stop her." He added and then turned around to look at Ock who stood beside him. "We cannot allow her to grow strong enough to challenge Heaven."

"Let it be done then," Ock said, knodding his head in agreement. 

"Give the order," Soulen said, looking at Drame. "And inform the Angels to be ready for his arrival." She added. 

"Okay," Drame said. 

He then walked slowly forward across the golden floor inside the Citadel. He walked away from where the three gods stood towards the tall arched door that led outside. 

Drame then stepped outside the Citadel and onto the veranda where he now stood surrounded by the tall and mighty concrete pillars outside the golden door of the Citadel. It was then that he spotted Mosiah strolling around the compound and immediately signaled to him. 

Mosiah then hurried fast towards him and was soon standing right beside Drame, outside the arched door of the Citadel. 

"How is he doing, the mortal?" Drame said, looking up at the stars as Mosiah stood beside him. 

"Ohw, he's alright," Mosiah said. "The last time I was on Earth he was building some weird-looking stable for his horses, and then he left home with his friends to go hunting... some place called The Tuki Falls." 

"That's good," Drame said. "it's however, time for his destiny... You must go and bring him to Heaven. It's now decided that he must begin training his magic with the angels." 

"Yes My Lord, I will leave for Earth immediately." 

"Before you leave," Drame interjected. "Make sure to inform Radama and the other High Angels to ready their Units to receive him when he comes." 

"Yes My Lord," Mosiah said and immediately walked away from Drame. 

Drame then walked forward a few paces on the veranda and kept his gaze transfixed on a vibrant shooting star that was crossing the sky right above The City of Angels.