The Phoenix - BBS

Connections 🫂

Brock sat on the ground of the woods, eyes closed as he carefully counted his breaths. Brian had told him how to connect with his spirit, and he'd spent the last two weeks trying to do just so.

In his minds eye, he traveled to his core, the pulse beside his heart that he knew held the bond between him and the Phoenix. It was warm, almost uncomfortably so, but also felt like a cheerily burning hearth. Cozy, welcoming, home.

He pushed against the barrier, willing his mind to be open and welcoming. He slipped past it, and was bombarded with memories that weren't his.

A man stood in front of him. He was dressed in 17th century finery, eyes glowing with a faint power. "Michel, we can't continue this. If the nobles found out, I could be executed!" Brock said, but it wasn't Brock's voice.

"Beloved, we'll be okay, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you, my spirit won't let anything happen to you. The Phoenix chose you for a reason, and I chose you for a reason," the man, Michel said soothingly as his fingers brushed past Brock's hair out of his eyes.

Past Brock sighed, leaning his cheek into the warm palm of his lover. "I trust you," he said softly and Michel kissed his forehead softly.

The scene changed and now it was a different person, a woman this time. "Brianna, is it time?" Brock asked, his voice deeper. "It is. We must leave today, if my father found about our child, he'll kill it and you," she said softly, her fingers tracing her abdomen.

Brock reached a hand out, tracing her jaw. "Then we shall go. I have my affairs in order, go gather your bags," he said softly and she kissed his fingers before hurrying off.

Another scene. Brock glared hatefully at the man in front of him, arms crossed. "Why are you here, Hardy?" He spat and the man, blue eyes hard and smug, smirked at him. "I'm done. Our spirits may be bonded, and we have tried for too long to get along, but I'm done. Your death will come today," he declared and Brock smiled slowly, tilting his head.

"Oh will it?" He asked lowly and the man pulled a revolver from his pocket, pointing it at Brock's head. "It will," he said firmly and he pulled the trigger.

Brock gasped, eyes flying open. Hello, bonded. I'm glad I'm finally able to come forth, he heard a soft, musical voice in his head. "Phoenix, I'm glad I'm finally able to bring you forward. What was all that?" He asked softly and the voice chuckled.

The Pegasus and Phoenix have been bonded since the dawn of time. We have found each other every single lifetime, whether it be in love or enmity. This is the first lifetime though, that something like these official have acted like this, he said and Brock nodded slowly, sorting through the memories that weren't his.

"I need your help, with bringing these officials down. Brian wants to destroy the radar and soon Dr. Jackals, but I don't know if I have the courage to go back. I spent 19 years there, going through so much- so much torture, but I don't want anyone else going through the same," he said quietly and he felt a warm pulse fill his body. It felt like a hug and he slowly relaxed.

I am here, bonded. Now that the barrier is gone, I can come forth whenever, and I can lend you my strength. The abilities you have will increase in strength and swiftness, and I will give you memories of past battles. We've been generals of armies, advisers to kings, captains of fleets, and more. You have the courage, knowledge and skill of all those of the past, and knew you'd be a great leader. That's why I bonded my soul to yours, the Phoenix said softly and Brock's heart warmed at the praise.