Disclosure: J. K Rowlings possesses the rights and privileges to Harry
Potter et al. and in no way do I presume that I do. Nor do I possess any
rights or privileges concerning the story of the phoenix, and I have cited
all websites from which I gathered my research.
Please be aware that I have done my best concerning the grammar and spelling. If you find a mistake concerning the before mentioned or about some inconsistency with the content please tell me.
The Power of the Phoenix
Prologue
The old woman stepped over a fungus-invested log as she walked deeper into the forest. Her walk was slow and labored. Her breathing was sporadic and when released it sounded wheezy. Her red and golden hair had long since turned a dull gray and her bones ached from walking. She stopped and leaned her tired body against the nearest pine tree. She winced as she adjusted the pack on her shoulders. She knew her strength was dwindling fast; she must make it to the grove soon. She closed her eyes and thought of better days when she had strength and vitality. She has had a wonderful five hundred years; so much joy and pain had adorned those years.
A smile graced her face as she felt the sun's rays filter through the boughs of the trees and touched her face. She had always loved sun. Even now it continued to be her light and her joy. She sighed and opened her eyes. Brilliant green and deep brown of the pine trees filled her view. Oh, how she had missed this beautiful and peaceful place. A light breeze caressed her cheek and ruffled the wisps of hair surrounding her wrinkled face. With strength from the sun's rays and the wind she grabbed hold of the straps of her pack and continued on her way.
Many hours passed and she wondered if she had lost her way. She looked back to the way she came, but a shimmering light from the right caught her eye. She sighed with relief; she had come to the end of her journey. She inhaled quickly as she caught the smell myrrh. Home. She was overwhelmed by the unconditional love that filled her heart. Why did I ever leave? She asked herself as a single tear graced her left cheek. But, she already knew the answer to that question. She had to experience life for herself. She was glad that she chose to do so.
She drew a deep breath and walked slowly toward the shimmering light. The forest environment gradually disappeared, as she grew closer to the light. She squinted her eyes for the light was too intense, but she continued to walk. Gradually the light faded and the old woman opened her eyes. What she saw made her fall to her knees and weep with joy. She had emerged into to a grove and hundreds and hundreds of palm trees adorned her view. This was where it had started.
"Welcome, my child."
The old woman shut her eyes tightly and wept fresh tears. She bowed close to the ground. So much love she felt! She had missed that peaceful deep voice.
"Father," she whispered tearfully, "I come unto to Thee."
"I have missed thee, my child. What desireth thou?"
She smiled at His care for her. "Father, it is time for me to pass this responsibility on to another. I desire to be with Thee forever." No sooner had she spoken those words a new and deep voice rang through the air.
"Come unto me"
She gasped as the baritone voice suddenly pierced her heart. Oh, how sweet the sound! She grasped her hands to her chest and bowed again.
"Magnificent Phoenix, you shall be mine and have life forever"
The old woman lifted her head and sang, "Sun, Mighty Sun, to glorify Thee and The Father my songs shall be for thee!"
"Prepare thyself to enter into Our presence."
She rose from the ground quickly and headed toward the mountain that resided behind the grove. When she had climbed to the top she came toward the highest palm tree. She dropped her pack to the ground and opened the flap to take out the cinnamon bark and fragrant leaves that she collected while on her journey. With careful movements she began to form a circle around her with the elements. When she had finished she gathered myrrh, the sharp-scented gum that oozed from a nearby tree, to form a ball and carried it back to the circle.
She sighed with relief and kneeled herself within the circle. She lifted her head and sang, "Glorious Sun, I have prepared myself and I desire to live with Thee and The Father forever. Release me from this body and pass this responsibility to one who will accept this power."
Clouds in the sky began to disappear and the rays of the sun came down and rested on her body. Her heart began to beat fast with excitement as the intensity of the rays increased with power. All around her the environment burned from the fierceness of the sun except the Phoenix. A flash of light appeared and ignited the circle. The flames grew higher and consumed the old women in a mammoth ball of fire. The flames dissipated, but the tree, the circle, and the ball of myrrh remained. What remained of the Phoenix was a heap of silvery ash.
The rebirth of the Phoenix had begun, but not there within the silvery ash. The Power of the Phoenix had passed on to another who was willing to accept the awesome responsibility.
Somewhere in the highlands of Scotland
The heat of the flames grew to an overwhelming intensity. She winced at the heat that consumed her. She did not know if she would withstand it. No, I can't. I am just eighteen, too young to. Peace. The word quieted her heart and gave her strength. With her determination renewed, she vowed that she would survive. After a moment the flames parted and dissipated. She release her hands from her robe that she unknowing held and sighed. With great trepidation, she walked forward to the group that was before her.
The number of the group only consisted of ten members who were clad in white robes. They were the protectors, the warriors who would fight to keep her alive. She looked at each one in turn as if gathering strength from them. Her gaze fell upon the bearded man in the front of the group.
"You have accepted the power and the responsibility of the Phoenix!" The man stated with loud finality. "Declare yourself!" "I am Virginia Weasley." She stated with strength. "The Phoenix!"
Here are the website from which I gathered my research:
http://www.geocities.com/Vienna/Strasse/5506/ph.htm
http://www.mythicalrealm.com/creatures/phoenix.html
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Labyrinth/8952/phclassic.html
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Labyrinth/8952/printable/egypt.html
http://www.herbs4u.com/oils_myrrh.html
Please note the content of this story does not reflect in any way with the title and the content of J.K Rowlings' fifth book: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I just found out yesterday about the title of her book.
I do have Chapter One: Doomed Fate completed, if you would like to read it please inform me by reviewing. Thank you.
Please be aware that I have done my best concerning the grammar and spelling. If you find a mistake concerning the before mentioned or about some inconsistency with the content please tell me.
The Power of the Phoenix
Prologue
The old woman stepped over a fungus-invested log as she walked deeper into the forest. Her walk was slow and labored. Her breathing was sporadic and when released it sounded wheezy. Her red and golden hair had long since turned a dull gray and her bones ached from walking. She stopped and leaned her tired body against the nearest pine tree. She winced as she adjusted the pack on her shoulders. She knew her strength was dwindling fast; she must make it to the grove soon. She closed her eyes and thought of better days when she had strength and vitality. She has had a wonderful five hundred years; so much joy and pain had adorned those years.
A smile graced her face as she felt the sun's rays filter through the boughs of the trees and touched her face. She had always loved sun. Even now it continued to be her light and her joy. She sighed and opened her eyes. Brilliant green and deep brown of the pine trees filled her view. Oh, how she had missed this beautiful and peaceful place. A light breeze caressed her cheek and ruffled the wisps of hair surrounding her wrinkled face. With strength from the sun's rays and the wind she grabbed hold of the straps of her pack and continued on her way.
Many hours passed and she wondered if she had lost her way. She looked back to the way she came, but a shimmering light from the right caught her eye. She sighed with relief; she had come to the end of her journey. She inhaled quickly as she caught the smell myrrh. Home. She was overwhelmed by the unconditional love that filled her heart. Why did I ever leave? She asked herself as a single tear graced her left cheek. But, she already knew the answer to that question. She had to experience life for herself. She was glad that she chose to do so.
She drew a deep breath and walked slowly toward the shimmering light. The forest environment gradually disappeared, as she grew closer to the light. She squinted her eyes for the light was too intense, but she continued to walk. Gradually the light faded and the old woman opened her eyes. What she saw made her fall to her knees and weep with joy. She had emerged into to a grove and hundreds and hundreds of palm trees adorned her view. This was where it had started.
"Welcome, my child."
The old woman shut her eyes tightly and wept fresh tears. She bowed close to the ground. So much love she felt! She had missed that peaceful deep voice.
"Father," she whispered tearfully, "I come unto to Thee."
"I have missed thee, my child. What desireth thou?"
She smiled at His care for her. "Father, it is time for me to pass this responsibility on to another. I desire to be with Thee forever." No sooner had she spoken those words a new and deep voice rang through the air.
"Come unto me"
She gasped as the baritone voice suddenly pierced her heart. Oh, how sweet the sound! She grasped her hands to her chest and bowed again.
"Magnificent Phoenix, you shall be mine and have life forever"
The old woman lifted her head and sang, "Sun, Mighty Sun, to glorify Thee and The Father my songs shall be for thee!"
"Prepare thyself to enter into Our presence."
She rose from the ground quickly and headed toward the mountain that resided behind the grove. When she had climbed to the top she came toward the highest palm tree. She dropped her pack to the ground and opened the flap to take out the cinnamon bark and fragrant leaves that she collected while on her journey. With careful movements she began to form a circle around her with the elements. When she had finished she gathered myrrh, the sharp-scented gum that oozed from a nearby tree, to form a ball and carried it back to the circle.
She sighed with relief and kneeled herself within the circle. She lifted her head and sang, "Glorious Sun, I have prepared myself and I desire to live with Thee and The Father forever. Release me from this body and pass this responsibility to one who will accept this power."
Clouds in the sky began to disappear and the rays of the sun came down and rested on her body. Her heart began to beat fast with excitement as the intensity of the rays increased with power. All around her the environment burned from the fierceness of the sun except the Phoenix. A flash of light appeared and ignited the circle. The flames grew higher and consumed the old women in a mammoth ball of fire. The flames dissipated, but the tree, the circle, and the ball of myrrh remained. What remained of the Phoenix was a heap of silvery ash.
The rebirth of the Phoenix had begun, but not there within the silvery ash. The Power of the Phoenix had passed on to another who was willing to accept the awesome responsibility.
Somewhere in the highlands of Scotland
The heat of the flames grew to an overwhelming intensity. She winced at the heat that consumed her. She did not know if she would withstand it. No, I can't. I am just eighteen, too young to. Peace. The word quieted her heart and gave her strength. With her determination renewed, she vowed that she would survive. After a moment the flames parted and dissipated. She release her hands from her robe that she unknowing held and sighed. With great trepidation, she walked forward to the group that was before her.
The number of the group only consisted of ten members who were clad in white robes. They were the protectors, the warriors who would fight to keep her alive. She looked at each one in turn as if gathering strength from them. Her gaze fell upon the bearded man in the front of the group.
"You have accepted the power and the responsibility of the Phoenix!" The man stated with loud finality. "Declare yourself!" "I am Virginia Weasley." She stated with strength. "The Phoenix!"
Here are the website from which I gathered my research:
http://www.geocities.com/Vienna/Strasse/5506/ph.htm
http://www.mythicalrealm.com/creatures/phoenix.html
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Labyrinth/8952/phclassic.html
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Labyrinth/8952/printable/egypt.html
http://www.herbs4u.com/oils_myrrh.html
Please note the content of this story does not reflect in any way with the title and the content of J.K Rowlings' fifth book: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I just found out yesterday about the title of her book.
I do have Chapter One: Doomed Fate completed, if you would like to read it please inform me by reviewing. Thank you.