Blessed Bird of peace and renewal.
Dew-drinker.
Far-flyer.
I call on you.
Teach me of your grace and inspiration.
Teach me of loyalty and honesty.
Teach me to burn.
And to fly forth from the ashes and cinders.
Winging skyward through the smoke.
Reborn and rising.
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Wild Hearted
FanfictionThis story begins in the country of Britannia. A country where several certain races live with one another. And at the center of these races stood a girl. A beautiful girl with wild molten hair and eyes that reflected the universe. She was the creat...
