The Phoenix of Death Gone MAd

Simon so close to loosing his wife and love bore it all down deep inside of himself. He never once lost his temper outwardly. He controled himself as well as all Phoenix's would expect. He had known for months in advance it was possible his wife would die. So the only thing he could do now was raise his two sons in the place of their mother.

For the first three years Simon had hirried a dozen nannies to raise and handle the infants. Simon was seen by his children daily. He also found the time to play with them for atleast a few hours a day. But the rest of his time Simon was at his forge.

At his forge Simon designed then built a sword not a true phoenix blade. He had poured all of his anger into the crafting of this sword. In the end the blade was tainted with hatred and grief. So when he went to bestwo the blade with the magic all phoenix's use. His blade came out different. It did not even hold the shape of a phoenix blade.

The sword had a slightly five foot straight blade about a quarter of an inch thick. Though what he noticed more quickly is the hilt was nolong the wings of a phoenix but instead souls surround in flames.

Astonished Simon began his second chore. He began to make armor. A suit of armor to make all other phoenix armor look like a simple guard owned it.

It took him a year and a half to finish the suit of armor. He had no intentions of making it like another phoenix's for he knew it would change. He made his armor blood red with splotches black But gold to line the breast plate as well as his shoulders, boots and gauntlets.

When he stood back to admire his work as well as place his magics into the armor. The armor changed as did his sword. The armor shifted in design it became more fierce looking. Ridges along the gauntlets where metal shot out like blades, Spikes above the knuckles. Razor rodges across the shoulder's and most noticably upon the center of the breast plate was a image of a phoenix fighting a phoenix.

There Simon left his sword and armor. His children were coming of age to begin their studies. He would take his children now daily on walks across the lands. Teaching them of the beauty of the land as well as the reason for everyhing. His children reminding him so much of his mother. Asking questons at the age of three that they should not. They asked about the purpose of birds. The difference between panthers and jaguars.

That is how Simon spent all of his time answering and asking questions of the way nature is and was. the years went by quickly and Simon began the true training of any child of a phoenix. He taught them both of their heritage. Taught them the laws of their kind. Most importantly he taught them the reason never to tell a human of their kind.

This boggled Sebastion and Broady more than anything else. They have heard their father speak of a phoenix in public. But yet they were not allowed. When they questioned their father he told them the truth. He told them that he only spoke of seeing one once in the distant past. A beautiful phoenix woman that was dumped into the depths of a volcano.

Simon thought back on it. thinking it ironic his story he uses for telling the truth to others. All life is given and changed in the actions of others. There is no set destiny for any incident can throw all plans and ledgeds into disarray. The story of his and his sisters past. That was the only story he could come up with to tell others of bravery and stupidity.

when he had realized what he was doing he shipped his children off in opposite directions putting them both aboard different ships with enough to get them through in life. As well as a blank piece of paper that they were to never loose and when the time was right a map would appear.

Simon had lost it. Once his sons were gone Simon returned to his home going directly to his forger. Gathering his sword and armor placing them upon his flesh for the first time ever. He had changed but apparently change is not to be allowed for him. He knew he was only granted a limited reprieve.

Forsaking everything he was taught, what he believed in, what he had taught to his son. He spread his wings in the back of his mannor taking flight. Flying over the city in the broad of day. All of the villagers had seen him or atleast heard him. He seemed to let himself go completly.

Simon flew for days to a secluded area in a mountian range not far from his former home. He could sense no he could smell the blood of a phoenix living there. There he searched. days slipped by then a week and finally he found his prey. It was a male Phoenix in a mine. this phoenix had improsioned a dozen male humans to dig gold and gems from the mine so the phoenix could rain his wealth.

Simon was not biding his time no more. He flew down landing at the mouth of the cave folding his wings behind his back. Simon entered the cave his his wings lighting the path as his eyes were filled with flames of a phoenix's sight. Nothing could hide in the shadows from him. He quickly found the Phoenix in person in the middle of the slaves beating upon their backs with a flaming whip.

Simon never thought he raised his hand sliding his sword from his back. Flames errupted along the length of the blade bringing the attention of the Phoenix as well as the slaves. A loud screach errupted from Simons throat as he leaped foreward. Simon completly out of practice in the arts martial.

Simon swung his sword with grace as if he had never stopped training those centuries ago. He was still in his prime as he was the day he fought his twin sister. Though rage guided himself and his sword. The other male phoenix did manage to get through Simon's defences with his phoenix blade. But as the blade chipped and melted the tip upon Simons armor. The male knew he could not win. But he could not surrender without a fight it was in the blood of all Phoenix trained and born.

Simon earned this his first victory. Screaming in rage as he took the head of the phoenix and as he did so many centuries ago when the phoenix died his hand came foreward blasting the ashes and body with his stringest magical assault. Destroying the phoenix as it was being reborn.

Simon stumbled backwards his body absorbing the soul of the one he had killed. He stumbled to leave as the humans ran from the cave fleeing in horror.

Simon walked himself back all the way to his mannor. It took many weeks to walk the path but Simon had hoped his thoughts would clear his anger and hatred vanish with that kill. But instead it only intensefied. Worse for Simon he was assaulted from within by this new spirit he had absorbed.

Simon had forgotten about the souls already stored within his body. Having made peace with them long ago but this new one unlike the others was as evil if not more evil of heart than Simon ever was.

Simon secluding himself in his home fought and fought to take control of his own mind on ocasion loosing and the souls within taking over himself completly. After the first time Simon lost control he hired villagers to move all of his books to the ocean then put them aboard a boat. Most ships captians would work for him for free to get compincated later. As he had never stopped their deliveris to his castle. He had generations of supplies stored within the depths of his home.

Then he lost it completly Destroying his home and a good portion of the near by village in a fit of rage tyring to destroy himself to cease the souls within himself. He had almost suceeded. He would have had not the souls kept him from dying. They savored their time in destroying Simon's own soul.