The Phoenix Isles

It was near to a million and a half years ago. Simon was close in his teenage years. He from the day he was born walked a path that has not been followed but by one other since the longest memory of the eldest of the race.

Simon trained always alone. Since his tenth birthday had not accepted help in the arts martial or magical. The others origionaly thought him to fail. As they granted him this right. Though they waited for him to come crawling to them for help. Simon however needed not physical help. He simply followed the voices in his own mind. He knew his destiny, His path chosen for him. His father had granted him that knowledge.

It took an elder phoenix master to spy upon one of Simons private training sessions alone in valley of molton rock. Simon spinning a pair of swords gracefully. In perfect form was he. Though that was not the suprise to the master. Simon was fighting truely fighting. The master could see a golden stream of magic flowing from Simon into a shadow bringing the shadow to life. In essence he was fighting himself.

Simons sense's unheard of for one his age. Spun in the spar with the shadow. Releasing his spell to end his training. Turning to the exact location of the spying master. Simon's true flaw was his rage. In a flash of flames he was moved to stand inches before the master his sword raised high above his head. The master had not even the time to rise from his hiding spot behind some rocks before Simons sword took his head from his shoulders. Simon though was not done. His eyes glowing with an inner fire. He brought his right hand down holding his palm out towards the dead body and before the former master could beging his rebirth. Simons hand shot forth a black rage flame. Burning the soul from the body as well as leaving the bosy in a unregeneratable ash upon the field.

Returning home that night Simon wondered to his home where his mother would be waiting. On his way though he stopped to taunt his sister. He had not become violent with her yet in his life. Well not physically anyway. To any onlooker it would have been a brother sister spat. He merely called her a weakling and other such names.

Many were always around at this point in their lives at the village. Though none would even suspect by looking upon Simon he had commited his first murder of a phoenix. He was as always edgy with anticipation for his next day of training.

It was a week later before questions began to arise about the missing master. Of course Simon was the first to be questioned as the master had said he would be watching him the day he vanished. Of course Simon had denied it. But to a phoenix words were not enough to convince an Elder. The elders had the power to see into ones soul to find the truth. Simon was gifted his soul showed as pure as the first snows of the season. Being dismissed as the elders began to question others.

Simon going back to the waste lands as they were called. The valley at the base of a volcano. Simon did not train with his sword this day as was customary. He actually tossed his sword into a pool of fresh lava. Sitting upon the hardned lava in that made the valley. His hands upon his knees with his head lowered and for three weeks he had not moved. It infurieated a pair of Phoenix Warriors to see one with such skill not training. Though they had not the permission to intervene.

When Simon again raised his head he was completly at peace with something. Though forever changed. He had made peace with the souls stored within his body. He had arranged a agreement between the dead and himself that would be fufilled post haste.

Returning again to the Village after his long absence he walked into the home of his sister and mother. Though only his mother was home at the time his sister would be in the middle of her field. While Simon told his mother of the truth of his father that she had not even known as well as the greatness of those who are long gone. Though Simon was not the one speaking. The spirits of the dead speaking through him to Simons mother, Making sure messages would be sent properly to their descendents. It took a few hours to complete this once it was done Simon was returned control of his body. Having fufilled the arangement.

"Mother I have completed all of my training now I will see to your daughter." He turns leaving the house for the last time on his own now. He would go to where Griff practiced. Laying in wait. While he waited though sending forth power from himself unto his sister. She would not know it no one would. Passing all of his goodness unto her as well as the magics of good he had learned. He nolonger had need for them. In his own eyes he knew he would get it back soon as he killed her once he had allowed her to perfect her healing.

It was a week from then before he physically confronted Griff. He began the first of many beatings upon her. this would go on untill they both aged. He was preparing her. He knew. He had always thought differently than any other.

But this one day they were both near to adult age. Simon confront Griff. Surprising him a little. She had grew a back bone and would not back down even to the point she had used her staff to block his first attack. Intrugied now as Griff pushed him back. He was not forgiving no one would ever say that he was. Most considered him cold and heartless. As his sister began to run he would simply turn slicing his sword through the air. His sword this time hit the mark slicing through his sisters own flesh. Looking down to his sister on her knees before him for the first real time in her life in true pain. Resting his sword up on his shoulder he looked down to her seeing the wound minor. Only having cut through the flesh to her bone. Remaining the for a while he merely waited for what he knew would come.

Of course she threatned his life. It was what he wanted to modivate her to becoming stronger. For the stronger she was when he killed her in the future he would inherit her strength and powers. Laughing to provoke her into a more painfull fight for her he just turned his back to her to show her he had no fear of her. Walking away.

It was months if not a year before Simon had tracked his sister down again. He wanted to ensure she held upto her her own words and was going to prepare to kill him. It was a field outside of her new home she had chosen for herself. When He first attacked she would dodge his blade. True to his nature he became infurieated. He believed all fights should be over in seconds not minutes. This did not bode well for his sister at all his plans changed from killing her to making her suffer.

Grinning as his sister to to the air with her wings. Taking to the air himself as flaming wings errupted from his back. He could sense the awe from the onlookers. He could sense the fear and hatred within his sister. As he bore on with his attack. Griff true to her word had trained to become his equal in the arts martial. But she was never as focused as he himself was. He bore into her up in the stars as close to heaven as he would ever get for his evil deeds. Guiding his sister in the fight he had the clear advantage now he was thinking three moves ahead of his present attack now.

Griff had backed down going back to the ground, but he would have none of it. Swooping like a bird of prey. Snatching his sister from the ground. Holding her in a grip of steel. He would carry her through the sky as she struggled. He knew what he was going to do with her already. He flew to the nearby volcano. He knew it could not kill her. But it would serve as a prision for many years. Releasing her to fall into the volcano's lava.

landing on the volcano's mouth he looked down to her as she landed on a rock not to far from the hot molten rock. He said his good bye's as well as a primise they would meet again. The she would be gone the rock sinking down into the lava taking his sister with it.

It was the next day Simon had left his sisters prision. Moving to a island secluded from all life. He had already begun the creation of a castle. Before he left to go handle his sister. Now he was free of all obligations to complete his work.