The tales of the Phoenix

"Who are you?" I asked.

She smiled at me and then replied
"Same question you ask, each time you call on me."

I look at her like I always do. She is just there sitting in the mist of fire but she wasn't burning.
I shook my head in incredulity. Naturally, I know that I am asleep, and that I am currently dreaming but I don't seem to be able to help myself.

"Call on you, what reasons do I have to do that?" I repeat the same questions I always ask.

She shook her head back at me
"Again, you seek clarity without wanting it."

Again I ask

"Who are you?"

"I am you," she said "your pains are mine, mine is yours."

She stood and walked towards me as naked as the day she was born, or not. clothed only with flames. She caressed my cheek then looked into my eyes with eyes that are so similar to mine yet so different and whispered to me like to a lover.

"Pour libations to the living and the dead you must, pay obeisance to the souls of the departed, then peace shall I grant."

"I don't understand. " I said
She smiled at me
"You will... Soon...When you answer their call."

Then she disappeared at the call of a strange bird, her flames along with her.

"Wait!"

I screamed after her

"Please exp ..."
And I startled awake.

I have had the same dream everyday for the last three months.

My name is Ailena.

And this is my story.

* I think this is much better.