But the metamorphosis is yet to be completed.
In her years of travel and journey she has seen the unexpected. She has been aware of things. She has trained herself to foresee what lies beyond. She has learned to brace and shield herself for potential pain and she has taught herself to be who she wants today or later or tomorrow without showing her wings or the real fire that lies in her.
And so she lived her life a day at a time meeting people, living her life with every resurrection. And at the death of every phase of her life that needs to be buried, she lives once more renewed and readier for the world. Connections are formed. Some stayed. Some lost. Some create pain and some do not; just simply forgotten.
It's just another 500 years to die and resurrect anyway. It will be another just-the-same-next 500 year existence with lessons learned and pain buried.
But after this particular rebirth when Firewings have already thought of her strong and ready, her heart pounds loudly. The sight of another Phoenix hovering from a great distance with his fiery wings and silent movement did not escape her keen eyes from hundreds of different species birds flocking together in a somewhat flight pattern. A swooping-down pattern heading towards her, most of them with claws extended, almost grabbing her.
Firewings closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. After all, she will not die. Scarred a little but not die. And if she did, she will live once more. But still pain is something she still have no mastery over of.
The claws that seized her were, she realized was not at all painful. She seemed to be swimming with the breeze, seemingly as if she were flying on her own.
The pounding of her heart is almost so sweet, eradicating all physical senses, transcending time, transcending space, drowning all sound around that the pounding of her heart intensified almost painful from sweet as if a giant hand constricts against its pounding walls. And almost instantly she felt another pounding synchronizing with her heart emitting warmth she has never felt before.
Wondering, she opened her eyes and into hers was looking, very closely now were very kind eyes almost reaching into the very depths of her heart and its pounding started once more, forgetting all the other claws that wanted to claim her. The pounding of her heart magnified dramatically getting stronger and noisier with every beat. She saw the other Phoenix's face with eyes now staring ahead towards the path of his flight carefully scanning any obstacle or danger that they could face.
His claws were holding her very tightly that she would never slip off him yet she only feel warmth and peace. They were gliding gently like a dance that felt so different; but felt so right.
He now dives low, fast but careful to finally set her down. As they almost reach the ground, he looked into her eyes and everything brightened as the fire from their bodies got bigger and intense that made the eyes of those who saw them temporarily brightened as if their supreme force, the sun, had chose to go down from its majestic throne from the sky. Their wings flew as one and the beating of their hearts, together.
But like a dance, that flight must end. And as he lowered Firewings down, the Phoenix song of love emanated from his chest, a song of longing and yet of connection and hers answered a duet of a song she never knew nor heard came from her, at least not for a very, very, very long time that she almost forgot possible.
As the Phoenix placed her down gently, Firewings feet touched the ground and felt his claws grow softer as he released her. They looked again but just briefly and he flew away; quiet, gliding, majestic. A mystery; an enigma.
He flew far, far away and yet Firewings could still see him; far yet near. Perched on a high mountain nest of twigs and ashes from its last resurrection, his eyes look far. For in his heart now sings Firewings' song and in Firewings, his.
Now, the Legend of Soliloquy may become the Duet of Twinflames.
