My name is Phoenix; I know no other. I'm a Ciana, a cross between an elf and a cat. My kind are common in this world, yet I am alone.
It was that one moment, so long ago...
I saw myself, standing on top of a cliff, weeping. My tribe was gone, and some part of me died with them. I was lost, alone.
That was years ago, too many for me to count. Now, I'm on that same cliff, remembering.
That night, I was sleeping soundly, my brothers and sisters all curled up nearby in a jumble.
There was a noise outside: a heavy footfall, alien in its sound. I woke, ears pricked, scenting the air.
Again, the step. Then a harsh voice speaking words I didn't know.
A higher Ciana voice answered. "There is nothing for you here. Leave this place."
I heard a coarse laugh. The other voice was saying something... Then there was a scream.
My whole world crumbled in an instant.
