Phoenix

She wasn't merely born, but thrust from the Earth. Deep from within, where the lava resides. She came into this world alone, surrounded only by heat and flame.

It is an unusual way for dragon to be born. Even the Fire dragons typically have parents, have family, have someone there to raise them. Phoenix was alone in the fact that her only family was the flame.

At the beginning of time it was decided by all. The Sun, the Moon, the rocks on the ground, the waves that hit the sound. All Earth was in harmony with this simple fact. Every Flight would be allowed to choose two, one male and one female, to guard them.

They would choose two souls, and keep them forever. Fire, lava, heat, whatever name it goes by, choose her, and him. Her soul has been here many times before, and it has always found him. It is the way.

So her birth was not that unusual, not for the spirit inside of her. She knows this well. She has emerged from the fire more times then she can count now. Her soul has been resting for years now. The fire had chosen not to bring her guardians back. Until now.

Phoenix can remember her old lives, in a way. She remembers battle she never fought, children she never had, flights she never took. She is the old soul inside of her, but she is also new.
She knows why she is here. She must find her old flame, the other half of her, the burning she feels. It is how it has always been.

She must find him, and together they will keep the flame alive. For as much as she feels the heat, she feels a chill, too.

Something is coming.