Fire.  That's the first thing I feel.  It's racing through my veins, hot to the point of burning, yet I welcome that heat.  This is what I was born for…this is what I am.  A child of the flame, a servant of the phoenix, of the sacred flame.  Red to gold to blue, colors sensed more than seen…gradations of temperature.  Let it burn, hotter and hotter, until every nerve ending in my skin tingles with the sensation.  This is the power I have been looking for…this is where my destiny lies.  Mars, my mother planet… fire my element… raw, violent power that I hold in my hands.  It calls to me as much as I call upon it.  There…there is its source…my soul, wrapped in ruby crystal.  Senshi never die.  No matter where and when I go, or how many times my outward appearance changes, I know who it is that I live for.  And, always, my path will be encircled by flame.