The Phoenix
The smokes billowed up into the sky as a lone figure stood in the distance watching it rise with a sombre grin etched on his face. Dark red eyes gazed longingly towards what was being burnt. It was his home; he was the only one to make it out alive, as his life was burned to a crisp before him eyes. He could still hear the tortured screams of his friends and family as they were brutally slaughtered, sometimes when he was having really bad nightmares he could see vividly their faces as they contorted in pain.
The clouds broke and the silver moon shone brightly and cast a shadow around the young mans body. He thought of all the pain and suffering that, one man caused just to gain power. That what everything was about: power. Man always succumbed to the temptation and greed. Power was the ultimate form of darkness. The devil in disguise
. No matter how much we try to conceal it our lust for power drives deeper than any other emotion, it derives from the very core of our being, only those with strong will power are able to resist the temptation but other fall. They are consumed. They fall from grace and even the most innocent of persons can be consumed by the insatiable thirst for power; it corrupts their mind and morals. He fell under the same spell but for entirely different reasons. His reason for his lust for power derived from the hatred and the revenge that he felt for that one man who killed his family and destroyed him.
A maniacal grin spread across the young mans face as he thought of his ultimate plan to exact his revenge and bring rest to the souls of his village.He swore when he was a little boy that he would fulfil his promise and kill the person who ordered the destruction of his village. It wasn't fair. Just because society deemed his village as one of thief's and bandits, that they had to be killed. No. They were sacrificed in order to create the ultimate power. The millennium items. Ohh the irony the Pharaoh would be destroyed by his own items.
He remembers hiding as the Pharaohs' men rampaged through his village killing everything they saw. He was the only one who survived, but he knew he would have been better off dead. Their screams filled his head every second, everyday, every week. He lost everything and gained only hatred and vengeance. He lost his childhood, his innocence, and his humanity. His only reason to still be on this earth is his thirst for revenge. To fulfil his oath to his people. The Pharaoh would pay even if it cost him his life. His life didn't matter anymore that is why he became a thief and the greatest of them all, his disregard for his own life and determination to get what he wanted, at all costs. He had no emotions, he had long ago driven them out, the only emotions he needed were hatred and revenge. They fuelled his Ka made him indestructible.
The young mans ghostly white hair willowed behinds him as he slowly turned away from the village and walked off far into the distance only stopping once to turn back towards the village and wipe a stray tear from his eyes. Turning back around the king of thieves renewed his oath to his people
"Like a phoenix, I will rise from the ashes and destroy"