Sizaroun faintly grinned and his yellow quartz eyes flashed.
"My friend, I couldn't come out of that cave! But my red phoenix was old and burned with her own fire. From the ashes, a golden one rose and I knew what that meant. The prophecy said when the golden phoenix rose then the blue flame would grow. The bird should choose a new Master.
I sent my pupil with the baby bird to you; I thought that you might be capable to find the master. Near some ruins, he saw a young elf boy when the bird tossed itself down from the pupil's hands and scrambled to the elf boy. My witty pupil noticed that the phoenix had chosen the master. He concealed in a dark corner, threw a small stone to catch the elf's attention to that side. He watched how the boy surged to the bird, embraced her, and left. This is the story that I made!"
