So the Phoenix dying and gasping came before the court of all the creatures in Fantasia.
'Hear me fellow creatures of Myth and Magic. I have given you light and my fires have heated your hearths. Now I am expiring and I need you to feed me.'�
The Unicorn, The Centaur, The Griffin, The Elf, The Gnome, The Giant, among others, each poured their Magics into the Phire Bird hoping to reignite the flaming feathers. Soon though they were exhausted and no change had come. Desperately they parleyed and a conclusion was reached.
'We will call the Dragon, who knows more of fire, even than you, for The Dragon can control its fire and it does not consume itself and is wise and strong beyond any of us.'�
The noble Dragon came as soon as it heard there was a problem threatening its fellow creatures, Yet upon arrival, the usually kind Dragon, made a very stern, ominous decree.
'The Phoenix consumes itself. That's what it is. It will rise from the ash inevitably.'�
'But the pain is unbearable. How can you allow me to become ash? Please give me your fire.'�
'When you burned without care, with intensity, with abandon, you basked in the ecstasy did you not. Did you not think there would be the ramifications? Fear not little Phoenix. Stay true and strong and patient. All will be fine. I will see you soon.'�
With seeming indifference, the Dragon flew away to a place of reclusion for smoking and pondering. Yet the Phoenix followed to make a final appeal to the fellow fire flyer.
'So utterly cruel, so bitterly cold for a comrade in combustion. You could give me life yet you would leave me to wither. I would give you fire if you were desperate. And I shall.'�
The Dragon tried to reply, but the rage of the blazing bird had grown. Opening its great wings the Phoenix called upon its entire inferno and in a fit of malice brought its molten feathers upon the unsuspecting beast. As the ash and cinder cleared away by the dull wind, the other creatures gathered around the devastation. The Dragon was burned and dying, for although it wielded flame and was durable as any creature, it was not impervious. Fire destroys all if it is hot enough. Then the ash stirred and the beak of the Phoenix poked out followed soon by the rest of its plasmatic plumage. Revitalized it soared into the sky in rejoice.
'I am healed. Alive again. Sensation, such joy.'� A warm breeze blew away the darkened, scorch earth. The Phoenix noticed the other creatures recoil. Then the Phoenix saw the Dragon. Charred black, the once blue-green dragon, gasped, hardly holding open its blue-green eyes.
'Dear Dragon forgiveness for my wrath. I did not believe. It was so long that I felt alive, that I had forgotten the glory of rebirth.'�
'Perhaps now you will burn with caution. For I know something of fire and there is a point where there can be optimal heat and intensity and luminosity, while burning with care. But it takes diligent patience to find that.'�
The Dragons eyes closed and it breathed no more. By some Magic unknown before, the Phoenix a beast of only fire welled up and began to cry. The other Creatures of Myth and Magic drew closer, in awe of such a strange anomaly. The tears rolled down the burning beak sizzling steam. Soothing, salty droplets fell and splashed softly upon the Dragon. Once again, by some Magic never seen before by the Phoenix, nor the other Creatures of Myth and Magic a miracle occurred. Wisps of smoke began too rise from the Dragons nose, growing thicker with each breath.

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