The first morning in Beacon Hills began with the sun streaming through Fenix Blaze's bedroom window. He woke up feeling like he was in a dream. Everything in this town seemed new to him, and most importantly, he knew that this was not the world he had come from.
After showering and getting dressed, Fenix picked up the application form for Beacon Hills High School that he had received from the city hall the day before. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the small rental house he was staying in. As he walked to school, he noticed the people around him. They seemed to be going about their normal lives, but many pairs of eyes were looking at him with curiosity.
When Fenix arrived at school, he stood looking at the large, bustling school building. He was not used to this atmosphere at all, but he felt a little excited.
At the front desk of the school, Stiles Stilinski, a thin boy dressed in a striking orange hoodie, was talking to the information desk staff in a loud voice.
"Does this mean we won't have passports to enter the stadium today? This is too bad!"
Fenix tried to ignore Stiles' voice as he handed the documents to the information desk staff. The woman smiled and spoke politely. "Welcome to Beacon Hills High School. I'll check your paperwork."
Fenix waited patiently as the receptionist checked his paperwork, but the incessant grumbling of Stiles Stilinski next to him made him unable to help but glance at the thin, energetic boy.
"You're the new kid, right?" Stiles' voice came to Fenix out of nowhere.
Fenix turned to Stiles with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I just transferred here… How did you know?"
Stiles chuckled, pointing at the paperwork in Fenix's hand. "Just a guess, but judging from your new face, I can tell you you're the new kid who tried so hard to look out of place but failed miserably."
Fenix smiled faintly, replying in a calm but slightly amused tone. "What about you? The local guy who seems to be trying to give everyone a headache?"
Stiles pretended to be the one who got cursed at the most before laughing and patting Fenix on the shoulder. "I like you, you're smart! My name is Stiles Stilinski. What's yours?"
"Fenix Blaze," he replied, extending his hand to shake politely.
Stiles returned the hand with a wide smile. "Fenix, huh? That's a cool name. Where did you transfer from?"
"I came from far away," Fenix replied with a chuckle. He tried to avoid the obvious answer, but Stiles didn't seem to mind.
"Is that so? Beacon Hills is a small town, but trust me, you'll never get bored here," Stiles said with a serious tone, but a playful glint in his eyes.
Fenix nodded. "I hope it's as interesting as you say."
Before Stiles could say anything, the receptionist handed Fenix the documents back with a smile. "That's it. You can start studying now."
"Thank you," Fenix took the documents and turned to Stiles. "I'll see you at school then."
Stiles waved goodbye. "Of course! If you have any problems, come to me. I know everything about this school!"
Fenix chuckled and walked away, leaving Stiles standing there with a big smile, as if he had just found the most interesting thing that day when Fenix walked away from the reception desk. He felt like he was being watched by everyone in the school, from students walking by to the staff in the building. But he didn't care much, because the excitement of starting over in this new place was taking over him.
As he walked through the halls, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Hey! Fenix!" Stiles' voice made him stop and turn around.
Stiles approached, pointing to the locker next to it. "Do you know where your locker is? I'm assuming you haven't gotten a map of the school yet, right?"
Fenix shook his head. "Not yet, but I thought I'd ask someone."
"You're in luck, I'm the best tour guide at Beacon Hills High School!" Stiles said proudly, starting to lead Fenix.
"So what are you doing here?" Fenix asked as he followed Stiles.
"Me? I'm just killing time. There's nothing better than helping new students settle in," Stiles smiled slyly, before leading him to a red locker. "Here it is, your locker number 312."
Fenix opened it and looked inside. There was a small note on the wall. He picked it up, frowning slightly.
"'Welcome to Beacon Hills. Good luck'?" Fenix read it out loud.
Stiles leaned in to look at the note with a puzzled expression. "That's weird. Who wrote this? Or did you have a fan club on day one?"
Fenix chuckled. "I don't think so."
Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the start of class.
Stiles patted Fenix on the shoulder before saying, "Okay, I'm off. I'll see you at lunch! If you need anything, come see me."
"Thanks, Stiles," Fenix said with a smile.
Fenix stepped into the classroom feeling a little nervous. Several pairs of eyes were on him as he stood in front of the class. Teacher Jennifer Blake walked in, shook Fenix's hand lightly, and then turned to speak to the class.
"Students, this is Fenix Blaze. He recently transferred here and will be joining us. "Help welcome him,"
A small round of applause erupted, but it didn't seem very enthusiastic. Stiles Stilinski, who was sitting next to him, turned to give Fenix a playful smile, while Scott McCall, who was sitting in the middle of the room, stared at him as if trying to catch something.
"Hello," Fenix said with a nervous smile. "My name is Fenix Blaze… I just moved here, and I hope to get to know you better."
Whispers Allison Argent picked up a pen and started writing something in her notebook, not really paying much attention to Fenix's introduction.
"Alright, Fenix," said Ms. Blake, pointing to the empty seat behind Stiles. "You can sit there."
Fenix nodded and walked over to the seat she was instructed to take. He sat down and tried to adjust to the atmosphere of the classroom, when Stiles turned to him and spoke softly.
"You did a good job! But seriously, Fenix Blaze sounds like a superhero name. Are you sure you're not from a Marvel movie?"
Fenix gave a small laugh. "No, but you seem to like talking a lot."
Stiles shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good at it."
As the lesson began, Ms. Blake started writing something on the board. Suddenly, Scott McCall, who was sitting in the middle of the room, felt something. He frowned slightly, as if he had smelled or felt something wrong.
Allison noticed the change in Scott's demeanor. She leaned over and whispered softly. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know..." Scott replied softly. "I feel like something's near me."
Scott's phone suddenly rang softly. He quickly picked it up and saw that it was a text from his mother.
"Scott, come to the hospital urgently. It's an emergency."
Scott sighed and whispered to Stiles. "I have to go. Please tell Teacher Blake that I have something to do."
Stiles nodded. "Sure, but don't forget to tell me what happened later!"
Scott quickly got up and walked out of the room before the teacher noticed.
At that moment, a loud banging sound came from one of the classroom windows. All the students turned to look at each other in shock.
A flock of large birds slammed into the window with such force that it almost shattered. Some were sitting on the glass, while others tried to peck and bump into it like crazy.
"Everyone stay where they are!" Jennifer Blake shouted in shock.
Fenix watched the scene in confusion as the other students started to make a commotion. The room was filled with chaos. Lydia Martin quickly took out her phone to record the incident, while Allison and Stiles tried to pull the students near the window out.
Fenix felt the heat rise inside him. He looked down at his hand, which seemed to be glowing slightly.
"Shit, not now. Go back down?" He muttered under his breath before looking out the window. The birds continued to attack relentlessly.
Mr. Blake tried to bring the students back to their senses. "Everyone! Get down!"
"Fenix! Get down!" Jennifer shouted, but at that moment, he caught sight of Lydia who had not yet dodged. She was frozen in her seat, her eyes wide with shock.
A bird was flying towards the window at high speed! The glass was cracking.
Watch out!" Fenix shouted at the top of his lungs, before running out of his seat towards her.
He used his body as a shield, jumping to grab a nearby chair, and raising it just as the glass shattered.
Shattered glass and birds swarmed into the room. Fenix used the chair to protect himself and Lydia. Some of the glass shards cut his arm, but he ignored it.
Lydia looked at him in shock. "You..."
"Are you okay?" Fenix asked, checking to see if she was hurt.
Jennifer quickly led the rest of the students out of the classroom, while Fenix helped Lydia out. The birds continued to charge at her frantically, forcing Stiles and Allison to close the door.
Stiles approached Fenix. "Are you crazy? You almost got attacked by those birds!"
"You had to do something, didn't you?" Fenix gasped, smiling faintly.
After the chaos,
"Are you okay?" A soft voice sounded nearby. Fenix turned to see Lydia standing in front of him.
"Okay… okay," Fenix replied with a weak smile as his hand came up to touch the wound on his arm. "Just a little bit."
Lydia smiled faintly. She stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Thanks… for the class."
"It's fine," Fenix said with a small shrug. "Anyone would do the same if they saw someone about to get hit by a crazy bird."
Lydia chuckled. "Trust me… not everyone would take that risk."
Fenix felt his face heat up a little. He looked away. "Just doing what I thought I should do."
Lydia held out her hand. "I'm Lydia Martin."
Fenix looked at her hand before reaching out to shake it. "Fenix Blaze. Nice to meet you."
"Cool name." Lydia smiled sincerely. "You just moved here, right?"
"Yeah," Fenix nodded. "You didn't move here long ago. "Well, that's some weird shit."
Lydia laughed. "Welcome to Beacon Hills. This town is never short of weird shit."
Fenix laughed along, not sure what she meant, but feeling more relaxed.
"Do you have any friends?" Lydia asked with interest.
"Not yet," Fenix replied with a small smile. "I don't really know anyone."
Lydia smiled and tilted her head slightly. "I'll be the first, then."
"Sounds good," Fenix replied with a wider smile.
The two stood and talked for a bit longer.
Fenix watched Lydia walk back to join Allison and Stiles. She looked back at him with a small smile.
He left the classroom to go to the bathroom. When he reached the bathroom, he quickly walked to the sink and washed his face. "This is different than I thought it would be. It's scary as hell. Fenix started to focus and use his healing powers. Phew, it feels so good, but I almost lost control."
When Fenix got home, he walked into his familiar room, the room where he usually trained his powers. Everything was quiet, nothing to disturb his mind. He knew that this was the time for him to practice and control his power.
Fenix stopped in the middle of the room and began to observe his power. He knew that his power was fire—a power with immense potential but also no less dangerous. He sat firmly on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to control his breathing, making it still and deep.
""Control slowly..." He whispered to himself softly, trying to balance the power that was expanding within him.
He felt the power begin to swirl around him, slowly emerging from his palm. He stretched his hand forward and stared at it. Bright red fire radiated from his hand, but this time it wasn't too hot—it took on strange shapes that slowly swirled in the direction he had set.
Fenix's concentration increased. He began experimenting with different shapes from the fire he had created. Sometimes it formed strange beams of light, sometimes it formed like waves. The power that was controllable but didn't shoot out in unexpected directions gave him a sense of true control.
He stopped and stretched out his hand. The fire he had summoned this time formed into the shape of a tall tower that swirled into the air. He observed it carefully and focused on communicating with his own power. He thought of connecting with this power, not just by controlling it violently, but by understanding it and making it a part of him.
"Quiet... calm..." He said to himself. His breathing gradually became calmer. The movement of the fire slowed down and became a steady path. The originally raging power began to change into something he could easily control.
The fire in his hand now transformed into smooth waves of light. He felt a heat that didn't hurt him. It was a power he could control without violence or fear.
Fenix opened his eyes and looked at the still swirling energy in the air. He knew he had succeeded—he could control his own fire like he had never done before. Communicating with this energy made him feel a mix of calm and power. It wasn't just a force he controlled, it was a part of him.
"I don't have to fear it anymore," he said softly to himself, and the swirling fire slowly began to dissipate. He felt true control—and he was sure that this energy wouldn't go off without a second thought.
When Fenix felt secure in the fire he could control, he knew it was time to take the next step. He took a deep breath and looked at his hands. The energy was still flowing in the shapes he had mastered. But this time, he wanted more.
Fenix closed his eyes and began to focus. He thought about his true power—the power of the Phoenix—the power that came from the fire of regeneration and renewal. He began to draw this power into himself, little by little. The heat from the fire slowly spread through his body, from his hands up his arms and legs, to his midsection.
He felt a change in his body. The heat was rising like lava flowing from within. Inside his mind, there was a rumbling sound—the sound of fire and metal fusing. The sensation wasn't painful, but it was filled with a great power that gave him an unprecedented sense of strength.
Then, he felt a different movement on his back, as if something was happening there. He didn't need to look—he could sense it from his connection to the Phoenix's power within him.
Slowly, a tuft of golden feathers began to grow from the center of his back. It began to flutter gently and gradually spread out into the shape of large wings filled with fire. The feathers wrapped in the flames shone like gold. The two wings began to move and spread out from his body.
At the same time, Fenix's hands began to be wrapped in blazing flames. Both arms were filled with fire that not only provided heat, but also radiated a power of restoration and destruction at the same time.
He opened his eyes and looked at his transformed body. Golden wings covered in flames, and hands that seemed to be able to destroy anything just by reaching forward. He felt the balance he had created from within—it was the integration of the Phoenix's power into his own body.
"I have it under control," Fenix muttered to himself. His eyes lit up with a spark of confidence. He stretched both his arms forward and felt the power he had created perfectly.
He felt the connection between himself and that power—a fire that was not only destructive, but also a symbol of rebirth and immortality. A power that no longer scared him. But it was part of him.
Fenix turned around and stood up. His large wings wrapped in flames moved slightly with the powerful movements of his body. Every step he took was steady. He knew that nothing could stop him anymore.
"This power... it's me," he said softly as the fire in his hand began to flare up again. But this time, he had complete control over it.
END