Stories rise like a Phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams and new hope. 

There was no doubt that the majestic beast had hidden origins, an even more mysterious present, and a shrouded future.

However small we are, we should always fight for what we believe to be right. And I don't mean fight with the power of our fists or the power of our swords...I mean the power of our brains and our thoughts and our dreams.

The Hero cares not for a wild winter's storm. For it carries him swift on the back of the storm. All may be lost and our hearts may be worn, but a Hero fights forever

~Phoenix