Phoenix

In the ages of old. Before the Birth of the New world. There were 2. One of light. One of dark. Together they made the primordian world known as Estevari. A world of Light and Dark..



The Primordial of Light. Bahamdir. Was a God of pure silver. The light bouncing off his scales created the many colors as we see today. Many had adored him and preferred the beauty of light.

Not realizing his dear lover was becoming jealous.
She one night slithered in the shadows. Murdering her love. With his pleas he asks why. As his final breath was coming. She did not answer. Only stared in silence.

His body gone. But his justice pure. The world went against the goddess of the Dark. Splitting her heart into pieces so she may never return.


Many centuries came by. As the story sets its sights on Pheonix. Once a young farmer boy who lived with his family and his childhood dragon friend Silvia.

One Day he started to hear whispers. The whispers were quiet. Calm. Enticing. Not realizing that one day he was called to a temple of the Lady of the Night. Touching the doors to open the once caged spirit of Takhythis. Dying to the shadows life stealing touch. Freeing the last peice of the slain goddess heart. Silvia, the young dragoness, sacrificed herself. Pleading her once dead god to save the boy. And as if he heard the call from the grave. Accepted the sacrifice and gave the boy Pheonix a new body. One of pure silver. As his family slain and his best friend gone. Phoenix comes to realize throughout his adventure of the primordian gods. And who he truly is.

Phoenix. The bird of fire. One to die at old age. But return once again. Bahamdir The silver dragon of light. Is reborn. And as justice comes. He goes after his once lover. To end her tyranny. And to end the war.