Jack writhed in pain and collapsed off the bed, holding his sides. Chase gaped, unsure what to do. Chase opted for gathering the goth in his arms, to comfort him. But instead of doing so a blinding heat radiated from the boy. His skin looked as if it was melting away, but giving away to a feathery underneath.

Jack screamed as his back arched in a way that it wasn't to bend. This mortified the warlord. What had he done? He only meant to find a soul mate and as well as the Ruby.

"Chase!" Jack sobbed to the warlord, eyes begging for him to stop the unbearable pain scorching through his nerves and body. Chase looked through the book he had with him, in the mean time ordering the panther to find something to help Jack cool down. Even if it meant some ice.

Chase looked at page after page and couldn't find anything.

A sickening crack was heard, as Chase looked up and saw that Jack's torso had jutted forward, much like that of a bird. Feathers began to form from his tail bone and his arms. The heat slowly melting the albino's skin and clothes. Soon Jack was naked, writhing in pain. Jack screamed as he completely erupted into flames.

Fire covered the room, causing Chase to leave. Flames licked the door frame, smoke entered the hall ways. Chase saw before he left that the silk sheets he freshly put on his bed were melted. The curtains were ruined. As soon as the fire started, it wasn't long before the fire quickly died down.

Chase coughed to clear the smoke from his lungs, but mostly because he smelt burnt flesh.

Usually such an odour brought glee over his person, cause him to be giddy to cause much more havoc upon the human race, as he had done in the past.

But not this time. As it was Jack's.

Chase's black, cold and cruel heart felt like breaking one last time. He had killed his mate to be, he was sure of it.

Chase bravely walked into the room, hoping the enchantment had worked. He hoped that his assumption was wrong. But in the middle of the room, where jack laid, was just ash.

Chase felt himself go numb, his walls went back up. He had closed his heart off. Never will he be so foolish as to-

Wait- didn't phoenixes and firebirds die then are reborn from the ashes?

Such a fact gave Chase hope again as he patiently, oh so patiently, waited by the ashes for the beautiful creature to rise again.

But would he remember? Jack said he was nineteen. Meaning he only remember the nineteen years of this life. Chase was happy that Jack would live again, but that happiness was dashed as there may not be any memories spared. But Chase would be patient, if it meant that Jack could stay in his keep.

As Chase thought about the if's and when's something caught his eye. Something moved within the large pile of ash. Chase held his breath unnecessarily, as a large beak arouse from the greyness. The beak looked to have been made out of gold, it was magnificent. The head lifted with the beak, then the body. But Chase saw that it was rather clumsy, it fell back down. Chase offered silently his hands to help the creature stand.

The bird didn't make a sound, other than what sounded like purring. Chase smiled.

Once it was on its feet, it stretched its wings out, flapping slightly.

Chase looked over the ash covered bird, Denahi poked his head in.

Master? Do wish me to bring the ice and water through? Oh perhaps warm water with soap to clean him?

Chase almost forgot about his servant.

"Yes, Denahi. The second suggestion would be most useful in the current situation. I do think that I was thinking rather irrationally in my panicked state. I have been into contact with the firebird species but never took up the necessity to learn about them."

The panther nodded and ran to retrieve what his master had asked for.

"Ch-..." Came a sound from the bird. Chase looked back and looking into the ruby eyes. The rest of him was mostly white from what he could see from underneath the ash. The feathers of his wings were a vibrant red, as were his tail feathers.

"You really are beautiful. Such a precious gem." Chase smiled. The bird purred at the compliment.

"Ch-..." The warlord waited, if Jack remembered who he was...

"Chase...?" The bird spoke, it voice was that of Jack's still but it held a fiery rasp.