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Chapter ten: Legend
Coincidence? Meeting Simca had never been a coincidence and it would definitely never become a simple thing like that. But Spitfire still had no idea why Simca decided to show up this soon. Maybe it was simply curiosity . . . actually he really hoped so.
"Do you wanna bring her to the next meeting?", the pink-haired girl asked while they were sitting in a café. They had bought a couple of clothes for Phoenix and now the red-haired girl was at the bathroom to change into her new clothes. So Simca took the chance to speak with Spitfire about Phoenix without being eavesdropped by said girl. The Flame King turned his head towards Simca.
"What do you mean?", he asked carefully whith a sceptical voice. The pink-haired teen shrugged and mentioned: "Well, shouldn't she be formally introduced to the team?"
Spitfire's expression got darker. "Why should that be necessary?"
"Oh, you wanna train her all by yourself? You're mean, Spitfire", Simca laughed, but the Flame King just gritted his teeth. "Haven't Nue told you that I'm not sure yet if I wanna let her get involved with Genesis and the Trophaeum?" (Is the spelling right? o.O)
"Sure." Simcas smile became sneaky she continued with a low voice. "There's no discussion concerning Genesis or the Trophaeum of which I am not aware, but what made you think that I'd let her off te hook so easily?"
Spitfire bristled with anger. "She is none of you little experiments, got that?"
Simca sighed and leaned back in her seat. "Well, the only way to prevent her from becoming one of my little experiments – as you said – is, I guess to train her by yourself."
The Flame King took a deep breath. "Why are you so damn interested in her becoming a rider?", he asked as he had calmed down a little. She shrugged again.
"I just have that feeling that there's something about her which isn't normal. Have you recognized the tattoo on her back?"
Surprise rose in the red-haired man's eyes. "Tattoo?", he asked puzzled which made Simca's smile to grow even wider. "So, you haven't noticed it yet? I've seen it while she was trying on some t-shirts back at the shop."
"What kind of tattoo?"
"A bird", the pink-haired teen stated matter-of-factly. "With outstrechted wings."
"A bird? But why-"
"It's a phoenix."
Spitfire and Simca almost collapsed because of a heart-attack as suddenly Phoenix' voice sounded from behind them. They turned around and saw the content of their discussion standing there with a slightly offended look on it's face. "Do you know that it's quite impolite to talk about people behind their back?"
She was wearing a bright-red sweater with the line 'Don't play with fire!' on it and a pair of jeans. Spitfire was the first one who picked up courage and mentioned:
"I'm very sorry about that, Phoenix, but Simca was the one who couldn't settle her curiosity."
The said teen glared at Spitfire for a moment, but had to face Phoenix' questioning look then.
"I'm sorry", she finally said while Phoenix took place at their table.
"So, what's with all this talking about Genesis and Trophaeum", the red-haired girl asked, "I'm finally sick of being ignored by Spitfire's friends. If you wanna know something about me, just talk to me otherwise I would have to think that you're scared of me."
She had hit a sensitive point which made Simca frown. This girl seemed to have quite a short temper and maybe a bit too much self-confidence, but she couldn't do anything about it now. Simca gave in and sighed.
"'kay, I would like to know what is up with the tattoo on your back", she said calmly while trying to put a friendly smile on her lips. Phoenix looked at her and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "No comment."
Simca almost crushed her cup of coffee. This insolent brat!
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"Do you think I overdid it?"
Phoenix sat on the red couch watching TV while Spitfire was standing in the kitchen and preparing dinner. "I mean, do you think that Simca hates me now?"
The Flame King softly sighed as he heard Phoenix' worried voice from the living-room. He took the salmon out of the sink and dried his hands before he walked into the living-room.
"I wouldn't worry about this so much. Simca is not the kind of person who hates people easily", he said, but was cut off by Phoenix who grabbed the remote control a bit harder.
"Yeah, she is more of the kind of person who terrorises the people she doesn't like."
The Flame King couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing? Are you making fun of me?" Phoenix pouted, but Spitfire shook his head. "Nah, I'd never make fun of you.", he grinned, "I was just amused by the fact that you know Simca that well already after meeting her only once."
"Oh", the red-haired girl went on after a short break. "Well, most of the people I've met so far are pretty easy to read, ya know. Just like an open book."
"Very wise, young lady."
Phoenix smiled. "So, what are you making for dinner?", she asked excited.
"You're quite curious . . . you know, that curiosity killed the cat."
"I don't like cats, Spitfire. They catch birds."
Spitfire grinned and recognized that suddenly she was that little girl again, looking up at him with this glance of childish stubbornness in her eyes, which the Flame King had already kinda fallen for. He sighed as he turned around and walked back into the kitchen. The situation would be so much easier if that childish mask would be Phoenix' real face. She wouldn't have caught Simca's interest and maybe even Nue wouldn't be that concerned. Phoenix would be just a normal child who would take riding ATs as a nice hobby . . . nothing more. But Spitfire knew that this wasn't the case because that little girl has already seen and experienced so much more of the ugly face of this world than it could be healthy at her age.
Spitfire stopped cutting the salmon for a second. "I don't even know how old she is", he mumbled thoughtful to himself.
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I don't like that Simca-girl. Her eyes are bothering me, they are grew and I can't read them clearly by now. She is a strange person who seems to be enjoying fooling around. But fooling around isn't good because it could cost your life. I looked at the TV-screen without really noticing what I was watching.
I don't understand her . . . that's bad. I don't like it.
My thoughts were running crazy in my mind. Again and again the same ones were rushing through and I wasn't able to calm down. I didn't like that feeling.
"What is bothering you?"
I was looked up at Spitfire who brought two plates into the living-room and placed them on the little table between the TV and the couch. "Nothing", I whispered, but I knew that he wouldn't believe me. So, I sighed after a short moment and looked down at my fingernails.
"Can ATs make you fly?"
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She whispered and I could hear that hopeful tone in her voice which felt like piercing right through my heart. I could have told her that it's the best feeling ever, that ATs can give you wings, but it felt wrong and it seemed to be the worst lie I could ever tell her. I placed the plates on the table and took place across from her.
"ATs are rollerblades with little, forceful motors inside of the wheels. You can move very fast with them and jump very high which feels a lot like flying."
"Did you ever really fly?"
It was a serious question and not meant to mock me. She looked at me with a sad look in her red eyes. Why the heck did it feel so wrong to tell her about ATs?
"No", I finally answered and took a bit of the salmon which I had prepared with rice for dinner. "I did never really flew."
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"That's sad." A smile appeared on my lips, it was a fake one and it did hurt the longer I kept that fake expression on my face. The rice tasted good and the salmon wasn't dry. He really was a good cook. After a few bites I felt myself relaxing. I enjoyed the calming atmosphere which calmed down my mind as well. The fake smile got exchanged by an honest one and as I had almost finished the meal I felt like telling Spitfire a part of my story.
"Do you know that there is a legend about the phoenix, the fire-bird?"
"Really?"
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"Yeah, do you wanna hear it?"
"Sure." I felt relieved as I saw the fake smile disappearing from her face and took the last bite of my piece of fish. Phoenix had almost finished the meal as well, but she placed the chopsticks next to her plate and started talking:
"Well, it is said that once the sky has been ruled by four birds: the eagle, the falcon, the goshawk and the phoenix. The feathers of the Phoenix hadn't been on fire back then, he was a bird with simply beautiful red feathers. But the sky fell for him which made the sun, the wife of the sky, jealous of that certain bird. One day she called out to him and asked him to come near her because she wanted to tell him something. The phoenix flew higher and as he got nearer to the sun, she set his feathers on fire. The phoenix screamed in pain and fell down from the sky, who was forced to helplessly watch the beloved bird falling towards the earth. But the people who were living on the earth looked up as they heard the phoenix screaming. They were caught by this never seen before beauty of the burning feathers and laid out a trap to cath the phoenix who got caught in their net. The falcon noticed what was happening and hurried to help his friend, but was also caught by the people. They didn't understand the pain of the phoenix and put him into a cage for everybody to be seen. As time went by the phoenix turned into a human-form. This way he didn't have to suffer the pain of the burning feathers; he didn't scrream anymore and so the falcon, who had been anle to free himself, couldn't hear him anymore. First he thought his dear friend was dead, but he couldn't believe that and swore to himself that he would never give up searching till he had found the phoenix."
I softly smiled as Phoenix had finished. "What a nice story."
She smiled back at me, but then looked down at her plate again.
"And is the falcon still searching?"
I felt an unknown tension crawling up my spine, but suddenly Phoenix began to smile and a glint of deep sadness appeared in her eyes.
"Maybe . . ."
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