The Phoenix King #1 Bed of Ashes

Chapter 3 The Departure

    Űnin slammed the door to his room with such force that it reverberated through the palace. His home was perched at the peak of Mt. Jöithelm, offering a commanding view of his father's kingdom. The palace, with its many towers rising higher and higher, was an impressive sight. The smooth white stone walls were accented with bright blue details that stood out against the sky. The pointed roofs of the towers gave the palace a regal and imposing appearance.

The grounds surrounding the palace were meticulously manicured, with beautiful gardens and winding paths leading to the entrance. Two stone giants, carved from the same white stone as the palace, guarded the main entrance. They stood tall and fierce, their stern expressions watching over all who approached.

Inside, the grand entrance hall led directly to the throne room. The hall was adorned with beautiful tapestries and intricate marble flooring. To the left and right of the entrance hall, multiple halls and staircases provided access to the various chambers and living quarters within the palace.

Űnin's room was located in one of the large towers on the side of the palace. The room was spacious and well-lit, with large windows offering a panoramic view of the surrounding landscape. The walls were adorned with tapestries and other decorations, and the room was furnished with comfortable and elegant furniture. Upon closer inspection, one might notice that some of the tapestries and paintings had been 'edited' by the young prince, depicting scenes of battles and adventures. The bold and vibrant colors reflected his passion and enthusiasm for life.

The furniture in the room was a mix of styles and materials, reflecting Űnin's eclectic tastes. There were pieces of polished mahogany and intricately carved oak, as well as more rustic items made of rough-hewn pine. Some of the furniture bore the marks of Űnin's artistic endeavors, with intricate carvings and designs etched into the wood using a small dagger. Despite its opulent surroundings, Űnin's room felt lived-in and personal, with books and other belongings scattered about in a comfortable, unpretentious way. It was a place that reflected Űnin's spirit and character, and where he felt truly at home.

From his room in the tower, Űnin enjoyed a sense of privacy and seclusion, allowing him to retreat from the demands of his royal duties and relax in a peaceful environment. At the same time, The room's distance from the main parts of the palace meant he couldn't easily disrupt his mother while she worked, providing her with the quiet she needed to govern. This arrangement suited them both, giving Űnin the freedom to indulge in his passions without the constant scrutiny of palace life.

Űnin grabbed a small, worn rubber ball from the floor and leaped onto his bed, settling himself comfortably against the pillows. He looked up at the blank white wall in front of him, considering for a moment before gathering all his strength and tossing the ball with all his might. It flew through the air, bouncing off the wall with a satisfying thud. Űnin watched with anticipation as the ball careened back towards him, eager to catch it and toss it again. However, the ball had other ideas, and instead of bouncing back into Űnin's waiting hands, it flew off in the opposite direction, disappearing from view.

Űnin let out a sigh of disappointment, "What am I going to do?" He sat up and hugged his knees to his chest, "That phoenix died protecting me, and now I've lost her egg."

The prince feels a tug at his soul in the space where he had felt his promise to the phoenix, to Thorven. Thorven, that phoenix was the great thunderbird, he had never actually seen her or her rider in person, but that must be her. It was something he felt in the promise, information seemingly hiding just behind the words spoken. Even though Thorven was gone, the promise still tugged at his soul from some far-off place, much like it had by the river, but before he could almost see the promise stretching out from his soul to the bird, now it was only a faint line fading into the wall of his room.