~Cynder~
I looked incredulously at the bird. I could not believe how stuck up that show off was. Didn't the phoenix represent honor and nobility?
I looked around at the others. Even excited, protective, talkative Kirimbi was silent. She did not seem to like the attention being taken away from her. Ramur was silent as well, even though he usually likes to speak his mind what with that rusty filter-of-speech he has from being unused. Glamdor was simply looking at the bird, obviously uninterested but somewhat pitied her because her plumage was stained maroon red. I did not feel bad; she had gotten herself into this mess she should be able to get out.
"I think I fought very well, don't you guys?" Her gaze scanned the stony faces, though Ramur's was looking constipated he was trying to keep his mouth shut. Her eyes landed on me. Her gaze turned cold, as if my structure seemed like prey, I am snake-like after all.
"And you?" She sneered. "What do you think?" I merely stared at her. She asked again. "Well?"
She wants my opinion, fine. So I stared her in the eyes, to help her to understand I am not prey. Bird kills snake, but this bird won't dare make a move against me. My eyes turned turned icy; her gaze seemed to weaken.
Time to manipulate-that is my profession after all. I concentrated on making her fear me, and within seconds, she realized I was not to be messed with. Ramur then made the mistake of looking in my eyes to see what the bird was immobilized for. He won't do that again.
His reaction was quite comical. He freaked and jumped into the air, beating his wings frantically. It took three of the others to get him to settle down again. He spoke in a rushed whisper, "She is... don't ever, ever trust her." Kirimbi looked mortifyied; gossip is her thing. Glamdor looked at me in the eyes and my stare softened.
Ramur looked furious. "Oh, so, you can get her to stop can you? Why? Why?" He ended in an almost hysterical whisper.
I answered, "Glamdor trusts me as I trust him. I have no idea what you guys can do. I can be trusted if you believe I can be. I speak in riddles most the time, and I have always worked on my own. Forgive me if I don't trust those who blame me for a fault not my own." I then turned around as the phoenix spoke.
"You don't make any sense to me. You all don't, in fact." She paused. After the effect had sunk in she continued, "Actually, I think the purple dragon is partly right. You won't get through this world without trust."
That's the first sensible thing she's said.
She then ruined it by retorting, "That purple dragon also needs a time out."
Praise taken back. I turned my head towards the cliff next to my side overlooking our little green patch of valley we were in. I then looked back at the phoenix and saw her smirk.
For once, I decided to speak my mind.
"Look, kid. I wouldn't join us if I were you. By the end of this quest we are on, there may be fewer of us coming back. And when I say 'may' I mean it is more than possible, it's probably a sealed fate. If you end up being the one dead, even when I've given you a warning, I have nothing more to say to you when you are on your deathbed." I paused before continuing. Everyone was looking frightened mixed with shock. "Also, aren't you supposed to be the one that gives prophecies and spreads hope?"
With that, I turn on my heel and walk a few steps out into the clearing we are in. I then spread my dark muted eggplant purple wings, watching as a green film spills off the edges, coating the ground in a sickening poison. Simply standing silently as the green grass below me turns dark and gloomy. I was feeling alone, misunderstood and sad-the only reason my poison works is because of hatred or deep sadness and confusion. Not to mention the feeling of self loathe and guilt.
If it weren't for me almost losing myself to Death we might not be stuck here right now.With some difficulty, I pulled myself out of my trance and beat my wings strongly, yet as always my stroke appears graceful. How, I do not know.
I soared upwards until my keen eye found a ledge big enough for my body to rest on. I glided to it and beat my wings again to land, though I took a bit of a fall by not beating my wings enough.
I still need to work on my landing...
I focused on being alone for the moment, thinking on how what I said to the phoenix could come true. In fact, I was quite sure of it. The thought did not give me much peace, however. It just made me face the fact that I might always be alone. The last thought that echoed in my head before I fell into an fitful sleep, in a nightmare of Death, was lonely.
Will I always be misunderstood? Will someone finally get that I'm just guilty and alone?
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