*tip: u can play the music video then read while listening. I just figured that out.*

Aryk has never been a stranger to danger. She's always finding some new adventure to go explore. To be honest, those adventures are stupid and dangerous most the time.

For example, the story of how Aryk became a Phoenix.

One day when Aryk was 4 years old, she was outaide exploring on her expedition to "conquer" more land. She traveled far past her home in the fields to a forest.

*Aryk's P.O.V.*

I heard running water and started to chase after it. Being me, I underestimated how much water I would need.

Anywho, I started darting through the trees to the sound of water, when someone appeared out of nowhere.

"What are you doing in my forest?" The lady says, hopping to the ground, obscuring my view of the water.

"This isn't your forest, it's mine." I declare, moving around the strange woman. For she is clearly stupid for telling me this forest isn't mine. HAH!! Everything is mine.

"No my dear. For you are far too young to own this place. I planted all these trees thousands of years ago. And I watched them grow to be the beautiful creatires they are today." The woman says.

"Wow! Dang lady! You're OLD!!!!" I exclaim.

The woman scans me, shaking her head. Keep in mind, I was very tiny at the time, only being 6 inches since I'm a dwarf that's 4 years old.

The strange woman laughs at me. "You stupid little thing."

I fill with rage at her comment. "I AM NOT STUPID!!!" I scream. With that, I kick the lady's ankle and storm away to the water. But before I can get very far, the lady appears again. This time, instead of calm and peaceful, she's mad, too.

"You ignorant little child! How dare you storm into my forest like this and attack me?!!" She demands.

A snort comes out of my mouth. "Oh please. As if! I barely touched you!" I retort, rolling my eyes at her.

The lady pinches my arm, hoisting my up, and I thrash out, screaming in pain. I try to wrench free of her grasp. I can't, so I decide on the next best thing. I am very good with words.

"Let me go!! I am a dwarf! You wouldn't wanna hurt this tiny little creature! You call what I did hurting you? Believe me, I can do so much worse." I threaten.

Size doesn't mean anything right now. When I was younger, I took tik-wando and still do. So I am really good at self defense.

The woman (never bothered to ask for her name) stares with a challenging glint in her eyes. "Bring it."

So I do. I thrust my elbow into her face and she winces. I then swing my legs back (I was still in her grasp) and heave myself at her.

The punk finally lets go of me and I fall to the ground, wincing, scrambling to regain my balance. Hurriedly, I turn to run away but just as I do so, a force takes a hold of ne and drags me back before lifting me off the ground-- a force I couldn't fight off and I would soon learn to be telekinesis. I scream, my heart soaring to what seems like impossible measures. Still, I thrash out against this defying gravity pull. Yet deep in my mind I know I am untimately overcome.

Worried tears stream down my face and words I can't block tumble out of my mouth. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU FOR APPEARING OUT OF NOWHERE! I HATE YOU FOR PUTTING THIS FORCE ON ME! I HATE YOU BECAUSE SOMEHOW I KNOW YOU ARE GOING TO RUIN MY MORTAL LIFE AND ALSO MY IMMORTAL LIFE! WHAT YOU DO WILL BE A CONSTANT PAIN FOR ME!!! So please, STOP!!!" I plead.

In all honesty, I didn't know. This was just what happened in the books I read and I thought something that would forever ruin my life would happen.

The lady proceeds to wrap a hand around my throat. "You think I fall for your pleads and cries?" She scoff-laughs. "Darling, people like you grow up to be criminals. Monsters, even. But not actual monsters. And I have encountered many children like you in my milleniums. So don't think I'm not immune to you. Because honey, I am. So now I will give you a reason to really hate me. For the rest of your mortal life. Even in you immortal life, I presume." She threatens.

Like I said earlier, cliche, right?

I feel my lungs burning. I remember the lady still has her hands around my throat. My need to breath overpowers my senses and as my vision turns dark I pull her hands off of my neck. But by the time she's off, my vision is black. Aw crap, I'm blind.

Then a fire like burn snakes through my bones. Light shines through the darkness I see. The darkness clears and I am able to see again. My skin is radiating a mix of reds and oranges and yellows and even bits of blue here and there. Though in awe, I am in pain. More pain then what I imagine turning vampire in Twilight feels like. Because my bones really are a flame.

I watch as my hair turns from it's silky, lush, deep brown to a burgundy red. It shines in the sun, brighter than my brown hair, and more lush and healthy than my brown hair, too. There are slight waves in it and it curls at the tips. What will my parents think of this? Oh well, who cares? Not me. Because I am gorgeous, baby!

I don't know how long the pain and glowing lasts. Minutes, hours, maybe even a day, I am clueless. I lost track of time. Yet I know that at some point I fell unconscious.

Later I awake to a rustling sound. Warily, I scan my surroundings; searching for what might have caused the sound. I see nothing and assume it was me, jostling around in my sleep. Until I peek down beside my head and see this strange bird, giving off the illumination of being on fire. Nonetheless, it is adorable.

Cautiously I reach my arm out towards it. The little bird hobbles back a little, but then moves in the direction of my outstretched arm. It caws as it leaps upon my hand. Then the bird hops up my arm, making me wanna scream as the feathers tickle me. The little bird is right under my chin and caws happily, reminding me of a little bunny.

Somehow I understand what the bird is saying. And I can't help but smile at this adorable little bird. The little sweetheart said "thank you for being so nice."

Still smiling, I reply. "You are absolutely welcome my little angel." But instead of speaking, I chirp it.

The little birdie then rests itself on my shoulder. I can't stop my mind from questioning what kind of bird this is. So I ask.

"I am a phoenix. You are, too. By the way, my name is Kyra."

Kyra. That's Aryk spelled backwards. But instead of being pronounced KEY-reh, you pronounce Kyra like Kyra. KI-ruh.

"My name is Aryk." Another thought forms. She said she was a phoenix and I was, too. "Did you say I am a Phoenix?" I ask her. The sweetheart is only half of my size.

"Yes, I did. I saw you earlier. Right before you fell unconscious. You lit up in flames and had wings and everything! A bird of flame. A Phoenix. Embrace it, for it's who you are.

Then I cradle my arms around Kyra. "And I am honored to be called a Phoenix.

*in 3rd person's POV*

Aryk and her newly found friend Kyra then took a nap under the forest's blanket of trees under the lazy sun, the sound of buzzing, wind, birds & the sound of ever prescent moving water filling the air.

When they woke up Aryk remembered she had to go home and was really thirsty. Aryk scooped up Kyra and they ran to the waterfall --that's what the sound of rushing water was-- for a drink.

*Aryk's POV*

I took a deep breath. In *inhale* out *exhale.

"Kyra," I start, full of doubt.

"Yes Aryk?"

"Can Phoenixes fly --er-- do you-do you think I would be able to fly back home? Can you teach me how?" Hesitantly I ask.

Kyra jumps in the air and stays there. "I guess I can teach you. Yes, I am not the best teacher for this, but I don't see why not.

She teaches me how to fly which mostly came naturally to me; like walking; then we glide into the darkening sky back to my house. I made sure to become normal when we came back though.

At my house, Kyra left. My parents were shocked with my hair but were able to accept it and didn't interrogate me.

Now then, my name is Aryk, and this is my story of how I became the red/burgundy-haired fiesty phoenix girl! YEH!!

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AN: This chapter was over how Aryk became a Phoenix. Also, I am at camp right now so this is kind kmof hard to write. Meh. When you got writing blood and it's been a few days without writing, you gotta write. Although I won't publish this until afyer camp. Sadness. 😢

But unless your like me and feel that author notes are part of the story and are just as important, you aren't reading this. So slán! That's how you say bye/goodbye in Gaelic! The language of Ireland!

Hope you had a flame of adventure while reading this. Slán slán!