It is said that there is a being that reproduces from the ashes of its father. The phoenix, females born as queens, holding court as the Sun of their local solar systems, they have many male mates as they await the special one whom will mate with them on their final day to cause the True Searing an event foretold, only the sun-queen knows what will happen. Though many have speculated.
From the ashes of his father was he born as will his offspring be after him. Fa’lin woke up naked and alone in what seemed to be a glass cylinder with warding along it. He screamed out with the voice of a budding phoenix, a beautiful sound akin to that of the heralds of heaven. He begged for his mother, inherently knowing that if he existed his father was dead and the shadow with the glowing yellow eyes stood outside of the glass, out of his reach, simply staring.
He didn’t know how long this had gone on for, every night the child cried himself to sleep. Tears running a fiery line down his cheeks to fall with a steaming his at the bottom of his opalescent cell. Finally, one day he awoke to what seemed to be an opening in the cell. Upon crawling out he could see it was in the shape of an egg and what seemed smooth on the inside had many different cuts to it that would allow beams of light to stream from it in all directions, bathing the room in what light formed within. He looked down at his naked hairless body. All he had on were a pair of snake like bands of gold coiled around the small muscles of his upper arm from right below the shoulder. A red circular ruby was set into the center of a spiral in the band that twisted outward until it came to the end with a tail two inches above his elbow. His hands raised to the heaviness on his brow and felt along the metallic surface of a band that encircled his brow, he followed it from what he could only guess was another ruby, until both hands met at the seamless back of his crown.
It was just as impossible to remove as the bands on his arms. With the constant movement of his head, he felt the last pieces of jewelry, two elongated ruby-spikes that radiated with an iridescent red light. Each hovered at a perfect angle on his ears, a gold bulb that glowed in tune with the crystal below it was set into either ear lobe and seem to be what the rubies orbit was.
The boy looked around the room and noticed the emptiness. It was as if whoever had been in here had left in a hurry. What was still in the room was dead and lifeless, people and technology alike. The only exit was directly behind the egg and he walked to it. His bear feet padded along cold stone causing steam to rise in a path along his footprints. After what seemed like hours of walking down a narrow hall, unlit save by his golden hair and his ruby-spikes. The sun slammed into him as he pressed his small frame against a set of huge iron doors that nearly quadrupled him in size and girth and they slammed open, crashing into the sides of a large desert mountain.
The suns rays caressed him thoroughly, inside and without, causing an intense feeling of ecstasy to travel along his entire body. His legs went weak, his knees gave out. It seemed as if all the circulation of oxygen to his brain had been shut down, because he hadn’t taken a breath since feeling the literally golden feeling of the sun gripping him. The music radiating in his head he soon realized was his own voice singing in tune to the presence, to the feel of the sun along his consciousness. He stopped and yet the song continued.
When he looked up there was a large golden bird set atop an egg of golden-brown tint. He felt it drawing toward him, shattering the trance of the suns rays. He took the last distance to the egg feeling a panic rise in his chest. His head felt funny and his stomach ached the closer he got to it until he reached it on his hands and knees, crawling the last steps. As his palm rested against the searing hot surface a glow of red shone from beneath it. He quickly removed his hands from the intense heat, shaking it furiously and then the world flashed.
When his vision returned, the egg before him was a glossy black onyx and the size of his palm. The golden bird dipped her head, he had no idea how he knew her gender, just as he had no idea how he knew to call her by her name. The boy rose to one knee and bowed his head. The bird dipped down, grabbing hold of a medium sized white leather cord that held the onyx egg. He looked up into the raptor like charcoal gaze of the bird that was almost as tall as him with its wings folded and perched on the ground, “I…”his voice broke and he paused collecting himself before starting again, “This is my father?” he said partially questioning the bird without looking into her eyes and she stared at him for a moment before cocking her head to the right side in what seemed to be an inquisitive manner. The silence drug on with each standing, staring at the other before a no nonsense voice shattered the silence in his head without disturbing the still hot air of the desert.
Yes, it is, now you must take it to the tomb of the sun, but…
But, never a good thing in his mind, though he had no clue as to how he knew this either. The bird seemed to visibly collect herself, shaking out the down feathers around her neck, “Heliopolis is no more, the Tears of the Sun draw near and the True Searing shall commence, goto the school known as Red Star, their libraries are extensive and mayhaps you shall find a way to deliver your pre-self egg to its place, but be watchful, he seeks you, though even I know not who he is.”
The tumult of information dropped him down to his knees and he stared up at her in as she spoke. Once she finished, the boys lavender eyes stared down at the sand beneath him and when they snapped up they were sharp, amethyst irises filled to the brim with no room for pupils. They shone in the sunlight as he stood. The bird flew past him and into the cave. When she returned, she had a large cloth, it was a reflective white, but he wasn’t worried about hiding. His hands caressed the palm-sized shell hanging from his neck. It felt hollow though heavy around his neck. He knew heat radiated from it just like form himself, but for him it seemed cold beyond belief. All he knew is he wanted to be rid of it and for that he had to head to the school.
He stood up and wrapped the cloak about his body, arranging it to cover the parts of him thought to be indecent by the inhabitants of this world. The boy raised his arm and looked at the golden bird of fires perch on the ground with a raised eyebrow, “Come on Tara, we should get going,” without a word, physical nor mental, she glided to his arm and settled on his shoulder with one talon enveloping it. The other surrounded his entire upper bicep and yet he walked as if he had a sparrow perched on his finger into the rising sun.