He’s the phoenix. Burning himself to death only to rise from the ashes of his former body.
I’m the dragon. A symbol of wisdom,
anger, and wraith. Fire is my partner.
Time and time again I watch him die,
come back to life, live a fruitful life only to die again.
He watches as I move though time,
changeless, learning new things but viewing pain and suffering around me.
It makes me burn villages.
Others have mistreated him.
I want vengance for him.
I want them punished, I hate them.
I can’t bear to watch this phoenix die everytime with a life of sorrow. So I will protect him.
I will guard the phoenix and deliver justice.
He won’t be hurt again.