Being the opposite of her husband helped with the prolonged ritual, for him at least. He was greedy and grasping and, above all else, a murderer of the innocence of the world.
She was the very antithesis of this and it had helped him to become more powerful.
Now she was finally able to use such a thing, the different ends of hope and despair in order to fuel her own rituals, small though they would be in order to build up the power stored within her shackles.
“The only way to keep something truly caged is to kill it within its cage.” she whispered in the silence of her own mind, “and it is impossible to kill a phoenix, husband.”
This little snippet is brought to you by the Stream of Consciousness prompt of opposites. I was going to go for a longer post, but I just kind of died at this point.
Wow this would or could make a very compelling story and i didnt know until not so long ago about the pheonix, just goes to show how much there is out there to learn xx
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Great beginning to a short story…I wanted more to read!
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There is more to this story, though only some of it is up. I have it under it’s own category as Phoenix ‘Verse if you want to read what I do have down.
Thank you as well! (*Smiles*)
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Intriguing concept! 🙂
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Why thank you!
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Great tale Martha. Like Hope I too think there is more to come.
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Aye! There is plenty!
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