In a make-believe world of everlasting bliss, she thought she was a faerie. A faerie who wore gowns sewn from the drops of dew on leaves lit by the dawn's light. One who had tresses that shone like the moon, with bright, glinting eyes that glowed like the sun. With wings crafted from pure starlight.

She truly thought she was a very. Oh, how wrong she was.

She began to feel the sparks inside of her, the sensation of a fierce fire, deep inside her, slowly coming out to the light where it could flicker and reach up higher towards the sky. Where her tender flame, well cared for, could prosper and grow. Every time she fell, she rose with fiery ambition, burning raw and persistent. She got back up from the grayest of ashes, burned brightest in the darkest of nights. Her shattering aquamarine gaze danced like the hottest part of the flame, right at the middle, where it glowed deep blue. Shoulders back, head tall, you'd never be able to guess that she was the girl who'd once called herself a faerie.

Any remnants left of the faerie are gone. Now, she is a phoenix.

I'm honestly not sure if I like this one, I dumped everything that was in my head last night and saved it as a draft. But thanks for reading!!

I've decided that I'm going to end this one, since I'd like to focus on exploring oneshots and fanfiction. Thanks so, so much for your support!

-Rith