150. Rebirth

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The phoenix had lived for a long, long time. The time it hadn't spent dying and being reborn, it had invested in observing the ways of the world.

The rise and fall of entire empires. The petty little love affairs people liked to engage in. The evolution of new species, and the extinction of others.

And all along, the firebird had been the one constant thing in the world; ever flying and occasionally burning.

Yet, it had never known what purpose it was meant to fulfill in its lifetime stretching out that long. Until the fate of the world was hanging by a thread, and a phoenix's ashes were all that could save it.

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