Shades of Red

Shades of Red

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"My name is Ember. You know, like embers in a fire. At least that's what I like to think. I can only remember back 148 years ago, but I was named long before that. That was just the last time I was reborn in flames. I am a phoenix." Ember isn't just some bird. Her species has evolved, and in order to blend in with humans, they have developed the ability to change from phoenix form, to human form, along with the ability to choose when that human form stops aging. Ember only looks 17 years old, and she has for decades. But that wasn't the only thing history got wrong about phoenixes... They have rules. Strict ones. The biggest and most important rule was to never reveal your true identity to a human. That had only been done once, and the consequences were great. But the only other rule that even came close to that was that you could never know anything from your past life, since every 500 years they are reborn in flames. At every rebirth, you have to start over. Like, literally, you're forced to. And if you don't... But Ember's past self had broken that rule. She had left herself a locket, with a picture of a boy inside. A boy Ember had never met. But if it was meaningful enough to her past self to break one of the most sacred rules of her kind, all for one locket, then it must be important. So she kept it. If it was ever found, it would be the end of her. Everything changes when she meets that boy. The boy in the locket, who’s picture was taken over a hundred years ago. The boy that was so important that Ember’s past self broke one of her kind’s most sacred rules. The boy that was a simple human, yet he could be the most dangerous thing that ever happened to her.
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They took her. That's the last thing that burns in my mind, at least the most important thing that can come to mind. Everyone knew her, she was a sacred gem to the royals, her name was Tori LightningFlame. A dutchess soon to be married to Prince Spectre. That's how we all knew her, not how she used to roam through the walls of the city without permission (although I'm sure I only remember that), not how she would dance around the ballroom in her father's shoes with her friends until dawn. Everyone simply thought of her as a kind and generous person who would someday be our queen. But one day, Spectre thought differently, all I saw was when she was binded and screaming for help on the back of a horse driven carriage, guards yelling at her to quiet down or she would be burned. There was much talk arising in the lands after that day, some say she was taken and burned to her death miserably, others who speak the truth in our quaint town say she was taken away and cursed upon, making her a monster and could only thrive in her own world. Then we only believed that she was out of our lives and it was against the written laws to speak of her unless given permission. Even today, no one has spoken of her to me. And no one ever will. Possibly. When I was younger I heard most of the talk about Tori and Spectre being a stable boy, but it wasn't enough for me, I wanted a better job, I wanted to hear more about them, I wanted to be important there. So everyday for the past five years I've begged. And begged. And begged my father to let me at least attempt to become a squire. Ever since my tenth birthday I had hoped and wished for the day he would finally accept my plead. Every beck and call of mine was given in every form possible. Until one day he finally agreed. The day of my fifteenth birthday. It was an extraordinary day, one I could never forget.

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