The Phoenix Child The sun barely peeked above the jagged horizon, but the dim light was enough for Emory to see by. The last of the storm clouds hung heavy and immovable in the sky, their gray underbellies stained a temporary deep crimson and lush purple. The morning sun threw everything into a gold and scarlet light, illuminating the tattered remains of yesterday.The battlefield was no longer a glistening red. Instead, it was a far more gruesome color. The dew-wet grass was blackened with the dried blood that had been spilt only the day before. Slow curls of smoke rose up from random patches of ruined ground. Emory stared with hollow eyes at the sickly perf
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