AN// An idea that came to me last night before bed, luckily I had my note book and a pen on the desk next to me and I wrote it down...I know I have a lot of ongoing projects already, but I just HAD to! And I used a bunch of periods as page breaks, the stupid lines don't show up when I post my stuff -_-

Disclaimer: I don't own them, CLAMP does...

P.S. I reposted this chapter because I got some helpful advice from a friend of mine, he is an AMAZING writer and I feel lucky that I got his input on this! It really helped, maybe I'll ask him to beta for me!

Chapter: Prologue

"He lay as still as death upon the rivers edge

with eyes as dull as stone and skin as cool

as ice.

A sympathetic eye rest's upon his

lifeless form, and like a phoenix from its ashes..."

"He rises."

Fire.

There was so much fire, so much burning. It seemed as if the flames were smiling sadistically as they licked at the corpses of the people he knew, of his parents and it burned and burned scorching the earth beneath it and eating up everything around it consuming all. Yet all he could do was run away, run until his feet were numb and his knees and palms were bloody from falling. There was so much smoke, it burned his lungs it lashed so badly. His vision blurred and he could feel his throat burning like it was cut and bleeding, as if had swallowed tiny shards of glass. The tears that he shed smeared the dirt that soiled his face and never never stopped.

Once again he falls his knees hitting ground first, his palms catching him before he could let himself fall and be rendered unconscious. The heavy sword, to large for a child his size to carry without difficulty weighed down on his back. A silver dragon craning its neck from the hilt of the sword with its mouth agape in a ferocious roar glinted in the light of the approaching fire eerily its eyes shining red. The boy swallows thickly as he struggles to stay awake, to stay alive. He looks back over his shoulder and his vision was still blurred but he could still see the flames and his eyes widened in terror and panic as he realized that they were catching up eating everything around them and cackled in hysteric joy at his terror. He struggled to push himself from his stupor and began to stagger through the thick underbrush and foliage that surrounded what had once been his home, but was now a pile of ashes and death. The weight on his chest was growing larger and breathing was becoming difficult but he pushed grasping onto trees and all he can do is stop and stare, terrified at the cliff that cracked through the earth before him and blocked his escape. He looked down his breath laboured and hitching in his throat at the sight of water below, a river slithering down the crack in the stone and earth like a white sloshing scar. He looks back at the fire that stalked him like its prey its sinister smile and licking tongue approaching fast and then he looked back down and felt his head grow light. It was at this moment that he knew that there was no hope, and that the fire was going to catch him and it was going to consume him like it had consumed his parents before, and he was so pathetic because he was so damned scared that his heart beating so hard and fast that he could feel it hammering at his ribcage. It made his head feel light and his throat feel cold and numb.

His eyes were as red as the blood that dirtied his palms. He stared into the face of the fiery monster behind him one last time before turning back to the scar below him, reaching back and removing the sword from his back, staring into the gleaming silver of its eyes before clutching it close to his chest.

His knees buckled.

He couldn't even scream, his throat was numb and his head was light and he was falling...

He closed his eyes.

He was unconscious before he hit the white scar's surface.

The Phoenix had seen.

He had watched as this boy, so strong and durable gave in to the fear as he ran from his home. Now nothing but ashes and bodies, the perpetrators long gone and watched as the boy desperately, frantically tried to escape the vice tight grip of death's clutching fingers. He watched as he struggled in its grip and felt his heart tighten in his chest with worry for the little human boy as he squirmed uselessly in deaths palm.

Though he was a god, and had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and had seen and watched more than his fair few humans he had never seen a child with such drive, with such strength. He saw the flames creep closer to his fallen form and the Phoenix felt the worry in his chest tighten oppressively. This child was different from all of the humans he had seen before him, and watched relieved, as he stood from the ground and began to stagger away from the dancing, cackling, ever consuming flames and continued to struggle and press on.

And for a moment the Phoenix thought that the little boy with the sword on his back would escape...but worry clutched at his chest once more as he stopped before the cliff, the river below offering a much quicker, and possibly much less painful death.

Fate is a cruel mistress indeed, the Phoenix thought sardonically as he watched the child take the sword from his back, the sword his father had made him take before he made him run. He clutched it close to his small, but powerful frame like he was clutching to life and then his strength drained away and his legs buckled underneath him and he fell forward his grip on his lifeline never loosening and he passed into darkness.

It was then that the Phoenix God decided, that he had watched on, helpless and observant for far too long.

This human boy whom had sparked his curiosity didn't deserve this fate.

The Phoenix fell to earth, a human in form and everything about him was slender and not the least bit powerful except the pure, raw energy that poured from his aura as he approached the rivers edge where the body rested, motionless. He stopped before his form and stared with sorrowful eyes at the blank, and yet once so fiery eyes of the boy.

He lay as still as death upon the rivers edge, and yet the mighty Phoenix could still sense the slightest hint of life inside his battered body. His soul had yet to leave. He knelt before the child and placed a burning and slender hand upon his brow. The boy with fire in his eyes that burned with a ferocity that not even the Phoenix could rival was dying, with eyes now as dull as stone and skin as chilled and cool as ice lay broken, and defeated. The Phoenix stared with a sympathetic eye and heart his hand glided down the contours of his pubescent features to rest upon his chest.

A heartbeat... but it was faint.

He closes his blue eyes, as blue as the summer sky and clear as perfectly cut crystal. His aura flared with concentration as he poured his soul into this child.

And like a Phoenix from its ashes his chest rose and fell as he drew in breath and the lonely god felt relieved.

And that was the start of it all.

The red thread of fate now tied to their hearts, connected between two strangers a god and a human boy would bring about something new.

His eyes opened.

AN// Okay end of the prologue, I hope it wasn't to sucky! Please tell me what you think? This is my first time doing something like this.