Tato Burung Phoenix Kecil の小説・ストーリー

He opened it to reveal not a ring, but a delicate necklace, a thin gold chain from which hung a small, exquisitely crafted phoenix, its wings spread in flight, tiny diamonds catching the candlelight like captured stars. “Tobi,” she breathed. “It matches your tattoo,” he said, his fingers trembling slightly as he lifted it from the box. “A phoenix for my phoenix. A reminder that you rose from ashes and found me in the flames.” He moved behind her to fasten it around her neck. The pendant settled just above her breasts, cool against her skin. When he returned to face her, his own eyes were wet. “There’s more,” he whispered. From another pocket he produced a second box, this one even smaller. W

I silently prayed for the strength to say the right words and offer her some comfort. I could hear low whispers coming from the kitchen. As we entered the only thing that caught my attention was the 3 Phoenix birds on the table. I had somehow forgotten that I had found one and now there were three in the kitchen. Each one was a different color. One was silver, one was black, and the last was a deep blue. I felt a chill run through my body as I realized the significance of the three Phoenix birds. They were a sign of something special. They all turned to me and squawked as they fell to me, lowering their heads as if bowing when they raised their heads the Blue one spoke

“And that tattoo, of course.” I start visualizing my body with it, and I feel like it would really look good on my thigh. I could get something symbolic. Something that perfectly describes my situation. A bird, to symbolize my freedom, but not just any bird. A phoenix. Rising from my ashes because it’s exactly what I’m starting to do. “Yeah,” I say. “I think it’d look great.”

Althea remains by my side throughout the whole process, alternating between chatting with both Bailey and I, and touching me either by running her fingers through my hair or just whispering her words of encouragement into my ears, the pride and certainty obvious in her voice steadying me even more. By the time it’s done, they both help me to sit up then Bailey wheels a kind of mirror towards me— one that brings my nape into view. I catch the reflection of my tattoo, and my breath hitches. The phoenix is perfect—every feather, every line meticulously inked into my skin with the bold yet subtle touches of reds and oranges to depict the flames clinging to the wings of the legendary creature. A

The boy's sense of awe rippled through me as my eyes took in the Phoenix, temporarily covered in flames before it quickly snuffed the flames out and left a breathtaking bird in its place. The vibrant colours of yellow, orange, and red stretched from his beak to his tail. His feathers were mainly yellow, and I slipped from the boy's grip as I carefully approached him, stretching my fingertips out. His head slipped under my hand, pushing up into my palm in a sweeping motion that resembled petting, catching his flickering eyes on his way back up.

As I looked at the building beside us, I saw it was a tall building with a large display window, Tasha and I walked up to just in front of the glass, and as I looked through, I could see a strange-looking bird that looked like it was made of fire, so I asked Tasha's nanny, "What's that bird over there? The one on fire?" Tasha's nanny walked over and took a look, "That's called a phoenix. They're a very popular pet because they live almost as long as dragons. A phoenix can live up to roughly 1000 years old and go through a rebirth cycle. When they go through their rebirth cycle, they burn to ash and are reborn from those ashes. They do this every 200 years and can only do it five to six times

He trailed off, his eyes darkening slightly. The conversation paused as I glanced at Bryon. He is very easygoing, and with a perpetual smirk that made it hard to take him seriously sometimes. But now, my gaze caught on the large phoenix tattoo that stretched across the left side of his chest. Wow I blinked. I haven’t seen Bryon shirtless before, but he didn’t seem like the type to have a tattoo, let alone one so big. It was a large phoenix, and the drawing was detailed, its wings stretched as if mid-flight with orange flames licking at its tail feathers.

His tears fell, and his voice quivered when loud sobs goes out of his mouth nonstop. The whole Jade Pavilion was filled by the sound, of the Weeping Phoenix. *** An: what do you think of RM to be the next MINISTER OF THE IMPERIAL ACADEMY OF MEDICINE? Sounds good yeah? 🥰😚😉

“He left something for me. A taunt.” The image loaded. A heavy wooden box, dark as old blood, edged with tarnished silver. On the lid, the carving hit me like a punch: an Ouroboros, serpent swallowing its own tail, and wrapped around it; two phoenixes. One soaring, wings wide and proud. The other diving low, almost shielding the first. Ethan’s breathing changed. “Two phoenixes. Just like he said.” I zoomed in on the silver details. “Look at the wings. There are slots. Deliberate ones.”

Marcus arrived exactly twenty minutes later, carrying a stuffed elephant and a balloon that said “It’s a Boy!” “Congratulations,” he said warmly, setting the gifts on the coffee table. “Green told me you had a rough go of it, but you’re both okay?” “We’re okay,” I confirmed, my voice still hoarse from crying. “Can I see him?” I gestured to the bassinet where Phoenix was sleeping. Marcus approached carefully, peering down at the tiny bundle. “Wow. He’s so small.” “Seven pounds, three ounces.” “What’s his name?” “Phoenix. It means rising from the ashes.”