Meticulous Magic

As the raven walks up to the Phoenix, delicately, with its head bowed in armoured amusement; carrying curious questions.

Why would you allow yourself to die over and over again. You, just as I, are a messenger. We behold power not known to this world, and yet you die for them. Only to come back to put forth majesticy to die again. How can you do that for them?

As the Phoenix sat there starting to smolder with compounded tears in its eyes, spoke to the raven with such clarity. You ask me why and how, old one. My answer is that of hope and faith. For I leave my imprint knowing the flame will not be forgotten. I forge Faith through the flame knowing love will always shine through. For it is the power of love that brings me back to life, each and every time. For what you view as dying is just another form of rebirth. If there was no love I would never be reborn. Old one... messenger... when you tell this tale, speak of magic and wonder. Not tragedy and futility. Go forth and share what you have seen, for who and what I am comes only once in a life to show you the magic that still exists.

Raven sat there, head bowed for the rest of the engagement, feeling only what Phoenix had spoken. Watching love transform chaos and destruction back into beauty and grace. Love… love is magic.

~ Miss Riddle ♡