The Elven Princess
Nimuel however, urged her to keep her head.
"Sister, we have mere seconds, before they find us. Think. Bird, red, maroon, molten gold. What can it mean? Inferno..."
"A Phoenix!" Aelanor shouted.
"Yes, a phoenix that cannot be killed," Saayan said.
"Not killed, yes," Pylaeius declaimed, his fingers already on the panel, typing the word, "but mutilated, and froze."
He looked up as he stopped typing, and others did too. The sun had already started losing the brilliance, but that was not what made them look.
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