The couch became her friend that night and the following nights, she let herself fall into the depths of sorrow. The days coursed by and her own health had dwindled slightly from her own stupidity. On one night, as she stared blankly into the flames of the fire place, a voice whispered into her ear. Startled she fell off the couch and quickly stood looking around, was someone there? Once more the voice whispered into her ear making her jump closer to the fire, �Who�s there?� she called out. Stillness surrounded her as she waited for an answer, but none came. Slowly she pulled herself to her feet propping herself up against the stone mantle. Her head swam with dizziness as she closed her eyes. When she opened them piercing blue eyes stared back at her, anger swelled up inside of her and she didn�t know why. She screamed out grabbing a silver candle stick from the top of the mantle and with one quick swipe she swung at the eyes only to watch them disappear. Was she going mad? Carefully she pushed herself away from the fire place and trudged towards the door that would lead her to the kitchen. She had no servants in her home as she didn�t believe in it. Once she was in the kitchen she leaned against the wall closest to the door and slid down to sit on the floor. She began to hit her forehead lightly with the heel of her hand. She was going mad or at least that is what she thought. Her head shook slowly as her body began to shake, she had let the grief over whelm her body and in return her body was finally rebelling. �Does a phoenix grieve so long?� the voice whispered out to her. She looked up with blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks, �Phoenix?� �History and legacy. The phoenix are for all time, you know this only to have forgotten it,�the whisper urged on.Her anger started to grow once more, all these questions and not a single answer to be found anywhere. What was a phoenix? Was she part of them and why? Questions that screamed inside her head. Gradually she pushed herself up against the wall waiting for the whisper to come again, when it didn�t she left the kitchen and went upstairs to her room. Her room seemed to stretch on for miles as an empty bed called out to her. She only stared at the bed with contempt, almost blaming it for Evins death. In the end sleep won out and she crawled into bed without so much as a second word or thought to anything.

She slept for days tossing and turning, surrendering to the nightmares that came and went. Then one night she woke up to the sound of her own screaming. As she pulled herself from her bed she shivered when the cool night air hit her body, she was covered in sweat from head to toe. She walked out onto the balcony and looked out across the sea only to wonder if there was another life waiting for her. She stayed out there on the balcony and when morning came she returned inside and took a bath.

After long days she ventured out of her house and down the road that would lead her back to the Tavern. Her steps were still unsure and her heart was filled with doubt, every so often she would stop and turn looking backwards wondering if she should go home again. There was something inside her that pushed to go forward, that part of her she had yet to remember. Before she even reached the Tavern she stopped and sat down on a fallen tree trunk pulling her dark brown hair back into a sloppy braid. As she was about to move on that same whisper came to her, �Does a phoenix fly?� The voice was taunting her to which she did her best to stop the rising anger that seemed to come from no where. �What do you want?� she simply asked, though anyone who might have passed her by would have thought she was mad.

She waited for an answer and after not receiving one she stood up and continued onwards, walking a little quicker than before.