30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 13, Mythical flying birds (Iwaoi)

You were always so beautiful.

Your fiery spirit lit up my day, no matter how dim your flame is.

You said that I was always a crybaby. An ugly one at that. My tears would put out the fire you gave me that day. Despite your cold, angry demeanor, I know you were really a softie inside. On that day that we lost, you stayed with me.

Even when I decided that I needed more training, you were there to light up my path again.

You were truly the most beautiful of phoenixes.

We did everything together. When we were young, we would catch bugs together. Well, mainly it would be you, but no matter. No matter what, you stuck by me. I could be sinking in my own ocean that I made from tears and depression, but to matter what, you'd lift me out of it in your own way.

I always believed I supported you. You were my ace and I was your setter. With every toss, you took flight, wings spread out wide and high. Your flames danced and grew brighter. They became intense yet so happy. Those were the moments that I couldn't couldn't be more proud of being your setter, your picture frame.

When really, you were my support. It's always been that way. Your nicknames had so much underlying affection behind them, even if they seemed to be insults on the most part. You could always read my expression like a book. Whether I'd be hiding or bottling up my feelings or pushing myself too far, you would reel me in, maybe smash my forehead against your own, and lead me to be better than I could've ever been on my own.

Yet, why are you cold ashes? Your flame no longer billows and gets all riled up in the breeze. Why? What changed? Why are you in the ground when you could be lighting my torch with me? Is this where the phoenix finally rests in peace without the suffering of being reborn?

Tell, me Iwa-chan, how could you leave behind your Trashykawa like this?