In a dark and empty space, one was black and the other was white, two figures stood, watching someone happiness in a bubble.

"That fool, I've warned the Phoenix of its upcoming doom, but it avoids me as if I never existed." The black one replied still watching the future Phoenix having fun. The black one growled, suddenly above their heads, the phoenix crystal glowed brightly.

"We do not have much time." The white one looks at the bubble, "If we do not act soon, we shall lose another Phoenix."

"I know, for centuries, each Phoenix has died for Love, hope, belief, or courage."

"Yes Cleopatra, she would have been a find Phoenix, if she didn't die so early."

"At least she was human, I was trying to warn two women of their impending doom and they thought that they were crazy."

"Not Joan of Arc."

"Don't remind me of that bitch. She thought I was god. Teaches that witch a lesson."

"She was actually a witch?"

"Yes, thanks to her, I never will never warn another Phoenix during the day."

"But we should warn this phoenix somehow, before it's too late. We must not let it end up like the others. We're the only Phoenixes that survived, curse to stay in complete darkness until the third Phoenix shall arrive."

"We must, cause I'm ready to get out of this hell hole. After 500 years, you get cranky."

The white one bowed to the black one, "We should be going. Phoenix shall be awakening fully."

"But how, this gerbil is moving closer to the phoenix. Doom is already at its hand."

"I have an idea." The white one whispers in the black one's ear. The black one nodded and walked out into the bubble.