As the common people were going about with their day they all suddenly saw a fiery red comet. It burned brightly and left an entail of a red, and then it crashed down into the sands of the vast desert.
They turned their head, but quickly went back to business. Normally this would greatly alarm the residents of the desert planet, but strangely they didn't seem surprised and with a quick look they turned back to what they were doing.
A great number of residents started to clamor up in discussion over what that red comet.
"There it goes again!!!"
"That was the 2nd time this day!"
"It seems lord Horus is train the little phonix once again"
"Heyyyy don't you hear something?"
"Hmmmmmm?", many onlookers started to listen more closely
..............
"QUUUUUAAAAACCCCCCK!", shortly after seeing a streak of fire they immediately heard a blood curdling phoenix cry. Well it was supposed to be an imposing dignified phoenix cry, but it wasn't elegant at all and sounded quite unpleasant.
What a joke of a phoenix cry! In other realms when they hear a phoenix cry it would be elegant and high pitched, leaving many with a pleasant feeling. If other phoenixes heard of this they just might hunt down the little impure thing so it won't soil their reputation.
The little impure thing: Well sorry for bring down the whole species your pompous b!tches!
That's right! That was no comet, it was the little knockoff phoenix itself! While the little Phoenix was blasted into the ground many people saw the comet, when they looked at it they slightly admired it and surprisingly the little knockoff actually received some faith! While it was nothing compared to certain major names in the godly realm, it was still something.
The little knockoff: Screw this! I don't want faith this way!
The author: You get, what you get!
It was too embarrassing! Gods should be dignified and elegant. Everyone and its beliverses will see his shameful form while being beaten up!
Arthor: This little sh!t actually knows the word, "shame"!!?!?
Of course the actual perpetrator of causing the shitty god to crash didn't care. He thought that the memory will eventually fade away as gods and mortals have different views on time. By a few hundred years the resident will forget this little brief embressement of his little brother.
Little did he know that this event would be recorded down a historic event of the planet. They would call it the "red comet" and this would bring no end of a reminder of how it was beaten black and blue.
Currently the god Horus was busy training his little brother. As a bird affiliated god Horus was naturally more than qualified to teach the little thing about aerial combat. Currently he was in his hawk form and was hovering over the wretched little form of the god.
Oh and apparently the unlucky little fellow just had to land on a pile of cactuses.
Naturally the constitution of its body is far above mortal beings, so it didn't really hurt the little knockoff. With how it was getting faith it was no longer in danger of dispersing, but lots of the needles did get stuck in its feathers.
"Get up, you aren't flying fast enough! If an enemy were to really attack you would be dead!"
"I had enough! Tweet, tweet!", chirped the unlucky little bird.
What training?!?!! This is clearly torture!
Horus turns into his bird head human body form and landed on the ground next to the little thing. He sighs in his mind. This little brother of his sure has a weak will! In truth he was actually being pretty soft on his little bro but its seem it really can't take the training regimen he came up with. However he can't go soft on the adorable little bird as his life depended on it.
"Get up! You can do better than that!", Horus yells as he hardens his resolve and removed all emotion form clouding his judgment. He cant be soft when the enemy sure as hell won't be either. This was for his own good!
The pitiful thing: Screw that!
While his affiliation with healing wounds was not his strong point was more than enough to make the little bird well again. As a god it was nothing too difficult to do and only expend a little bit more amount faith to make miracles happen.
The poor little know off could only mutter its grievances as it wounds and fatigue healed. He was force to endure the torture once again and he had no excuses!
BOOM!
"Quack!!!", said the poor little fool as it was blasted into air.
"You must be fast, take advantage of your size!"
POW!
"Hoot, Hoot!", hooted the pitiful bird as he was suddenly shot down in the air.
"You must always change your flight trajectory, always be unpredictable! If you don't do this you'll be an easy target!"
SLICE!
"Cock-a-doodle-do!", coked the little fool. This time Horus was wielding an Egyptian curved blade, a Khopesh, and sliced of a few feathers!!!
This little guy…. It had zero of a demeanor a phoenix should have and why did it make such unpleasant goose and duck sounds!? How about a lovely canary or a powerful cry of a hawk? Did it intentionally chooses the worse sounds of the most unelegant birds sounds?!?!
"......thats not good", thought Horus.
"Uhhhhh...., it that attack landed your head would have flown off!", Horus quickly tries to cover up the accident as a learning experience.
"Chirp.... chirp.....", the little baldy immediately felt the scorching heat of the sun with out the protection of its feathers. It felt something really bad had happen and the little awkward pause it's big bro did, didn't go unnoticed.
"No, no, no.....? NOOOOOO!!!!", the little baldy immediately used it wings to try and feel its head. As the feathers of its wings glided over a smooth surface its bad precognition was proven
Horus:......
"MMMOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!"
"Sh!t"