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by Michael Robert Holmes
Letters from Pyre, from the Phoenix known as “Ink.”
I’m not sure whose eyes this is meant for, but as it seems my continuing path to chronicle the incredible events that befall me and my colleagues, I shall write ‘til the words flow no more. This particular dispatch follows the events surrounding my first mission as a Phoenix, lately of The Wing who has taken to calling themselves “The Reborn.”
It did not end well, but what a path that led us to The Dusk and back again!
The singular feeling of being disintegrated and remade by The Imperial Flame is unlike anything I have the appropriate words to describe. If nothing else in my life, I shall endeavor to find those words. To say nothing of the confrontation with the foul beings of The Dread that met us as soon as we arrived at the compromised Aerie. Truly, if I’m to tell these tales as they’re meant to be told, I shall have to expand my vocabulary greatly.
There are a number of things that I have learned thanks to this first adventure as a Phoenix:
As I sit and write this, it strikes me the light cascading from The Imperial Flame through my chamber’s window seems to be passing through me in fits and starts. Then in the next moment my flesh is as solid as ever. Fascinating. Terrifying. I suppose, however, that this new life will have many amazing and dumfounding things to show me before my 7th death.
May that day be a very, VERY long time coming.
For now, dear reader, I shall leave us all to ponder these wonders, and to study The Dread further that the light may overcome the dark.
Yours in Service,