Burning ash rained down around her. The heat beyond unbearable, yet she barely registered the flames licking at her skin, like a hungry cat lapping at a bowl of milk. She felt nothing, except the burning constriction in her chest, the only remnants of what had been her heart. The light had gone from her eyes, as one who's soul was truly lost and without hope. But still she made her way forward. Why?, hell if she knew, to walk again in this earthly plane meant that she was still needed somewhere, walking an endless eternity without him, without her friends, her only family. They were gone now, dust to the earth, not unlike the ash borne of the fire that bathed her. Changed her. Fiery, crimson streaks tinged every single strand of hair, forever symbolizing the blood she'd had to spill, the blood she would spill. Her path forever altered. Her destiny changed.
She wasn't sure which hurt worse, their betrayal, or their death. Both of which, when it boiled down to it, could be blamed on her lack of leadership, and maturity. She wasn't strong for them when they needed her to be most. And it had cost her dearly… her only love and anything that could have metamorphosed from their undying passion, no pink haired munchkin running amuck; and her only friends. Friends that she had had for eons, protecting her, and sheltering her from the harshest elements of these cruel times. Friends that had been more like sisters. Yet she did not chose any of them when it came down to it.
She'd bleed for them all over the centuries, even died for them, on more than one occasion. And here she was again, borne of the pyre from whose ashes another phoenix arose. Cursed to walk the earth until it no longer needed her. The only difference is this time she was alone. No one to stand beside her, no one to fight for. No one to help her fight. She'd chosen the fate of existence over her friends. Countless number of souls she would never know, over the ones most dearest to her. And because of this betrayal they in turn chose the afterlife, leaving her alone in this timeless chaotic hell, where she would never know peace.
It didn't matter, she'd made her choices, she'd decided her fate, and so she would bear it. She would walk the earth an empty, hopeless husk. Fighting the forces of darkness without prejudice, killing with the skill of a soldier, a sailor soldier, with nothing to lose. Whose only purpose was to maybe slay enough that her debt to this existence be paid, but she held no hope that time would ever come to pass. History only ever repeated itself, chaotic upon chaotic century. Time was an endless hollow, forever moving yet motionless. Astride demon wings, no peace, no tranquility, no death. She was now and forever guardian of her own soul. Death was meaningless. She would now eternally be known as Star Phoenix.