All is quiet as dusk falls. Then, excitement charges through the air as she breaks the horizon. There rises the phoenix, riding a column of flame into the heavens. Like a star, she shines with unfaded glory as she rockets through the clouds.

These are the last of her days, and she knows it well. Long has been her life, as she is ressurected after each fiery plunge back to us. Soon though, she will take on a new form for a new age.

Nonetheless, she is our beakon, our symbol of hope. She is the fiery lance that galvanizes us into one people with one dream. No man, woman or child can ever set eyes upon her power and stand unmoved. As long as we have the phoenix in our hearts, the innocent will never fall.