My name is Will. I have been tasked to take care of Princess Kathrine. This has been my sole task since I was a young lad and her a young lass. We have been researching phoenixes all week. Pyro, the Phoenix she bought from the black market, has settled in nicely.
For a bird that is stupidly rare, there is a heck of a lot of information on them. What’s difficult is that the information can be contradictory at times because of language translations, incomplete texts, etc. I feel like I’m about to lose it if I have to read one more page on the nature of a phoenix.
Over the course of a month, a Phoenix starts as a hatchling, grows to a full-fledged adult, sets itself aflame which destroys the body to ash, and rises from the ashes and the cycle begins anew. When we got her, Pyro was in the hatchling stage and is now a full-fledged adult. She has beautiful red and orange feathers with black and blue tips on her wings and tail. Around her eyes are small black speckles. Honestly, one of the prettiest birds I have ever seen. Pyro has bonded with the princess. She’s warm to me too but… every pet has their favorites.
“Please Princess, I need a break,” I say giving her the puppy dog look I knew would win her over.
She gets up, Pyro flying from her shoulder, and I follow her. We walk out of the castle’s library and into the town. The sun’s setting, it was beautiful, filled with oranges, pinks, purples, and yellows. We walk past the museums, the theater, the public gardens, the inn, and the school.
All the way to the Clumsy Knight tavern on the outskirts of the capital with Pyro in tow.
We walked up the wooden steps, I opened the door for her, grabbed a booth and ordered the house special. We started talking, laughing, having a good time, the weight of our recent endeavors lifted momentarily from our shoulders. Since it’s on the outskirts of the capital, all sorts come into this bar. Some were shady folks leaning close together talking in hushed voices. Some were drunk folks singing and being rowdy. Others were weary travelers getting a pint before heading to the inn.
A beautiful lady came in from the night and sat at the counter. She ordered a cocktail of some kind that was red and came with an orange peel spiraling off the side. A cowboy came and started talking to her, probably trying to sweet-talk her. He was good-looking I guess but gave me the feeling he was more of an outlaw than a cowboy. I looked back at the princess and she was gone. Maybe she went to the bathroom? That is until I heard her distinct voice.
“Don’t drink that.”
“Why not, I paid for it didn’t I?” She said
“Yes but Romeo here put a potion in it.”
“Listen here Miss, someone ought to have taught you to keep your mouth shut.” He says coming close to her.
With a battle cry, the princess tackled the man, pinned him to the ground, and started to beat the crap out of him. Her fists were flying, her hair was poofing out, her eyes filled with fury.
“And you,” she said, “should learn to respect women.”
I don’t know why I couldn’t move until after she said that. I pulled her off the man, we paid for our tab and left.
The beautiful lady ran after us and thanked us, asking if there was anything she could do to help. Her name was Annabell Lee.
“Not unless you know how to make a Phoenix cry,” I say.
“I may not, but I’ve heard of a book hidden in caves north in the highlands that specifically says how to make a Phoenix cry.”
We parted ways and headed home.
“Kat, you almost beat that guy half to death.”
“Yeah, wasn’t it awesome? I saved that girl from a terrible fate!”
“You did but, we could have reported him to the authorities.”
“Will, I AM the authorities.”
“Not yet officially. But that also doesn’t give you the right to beat someone up. You are not above the law. If word got out–”
“Relax, it’ll be fine.”
And thus we returned to the castle and settled in for the night. Nothing else really happened but hey, at least we have a new lead.