@askens-konge asked: So that was the flame she had been praying for this entire time. For it to burn brightly and scorch everything in its path—and from its ashes would a new world be born. But when Barnabas Tharmr pointed the end of his infamous black blade at the Phoenix, he could not help but notice his disappointment faintly needling his chest. " Your flame is guttering, Phoenix, " the king said, silently debating with himself whether he should challenge him in the first place. Was there any point in doing so? Would his light cast away the darkness which had made itself a home in his dead heart and still soul? " It seems prayers have been left unanswered. "
The sight of the infamous Barnabas Tharmr had a cold chill settling into the pit of Joshua's stomach. He had done his best to cover his tracks, to leave the world to think that the Phoenix had perished-
-but he had always known that he couldn't keep the act up for long.
The fact that he had gone well over fifteen years with the charade was commendable, and oft he wondered whether it was out of ignorance or simply a desire to not poke into a situation that did not involve them that led the other Dominants to buy into the story that had been spun over the course of the years. The Dominant of Fire is dead. So they all said and believed.
But it would not be hard to simply reach out and tug at the aether to know that was not true. That he still lived and breathed, though his fire had grown dim.
Guttering, as the King said.
He forced himself to stand tall, eyes blazing as he stared at the older man. "It still burns strong enough to burn bones to ash, Odin." Though if pressed, they both knew which one of them would walk away from this encounter the victory.
"I was not aware you placed any prayers on my wings."
