Eurwen sat crossed legged at the base of the Phoenix Nest within the Congregatory of Lavande City. Her head was in her hands and she was weeping, gently. She had been co-ruler of her father’s nation for five years now, alongside her sister, and it wasn’t getting any easier. It was a winter’s night, and the embers licked the various offerings and timber within the nest providing a glowing warmth to the what would’ve been a very cold stone platform. Commander Dale stood in silence at the entrance of the Congregatory in order to provide as much privacy as his current responsibility would allow. He watched on, with a loving stare, like the love provided from an uncle to a favored niece. Hooked over Eurwen’s shoulder was a leather strap that held a waist satchel, no smaller than a modern day purse. Eurwen wiped her tears and opened the clasp very carefully to reveal a small leather bound book. She opened the book, of which pages were crinkled and aged, to a very obvious divide. Within was a pressed stalk of lavender. Lavender of course, was no uncommon thing, but this stalk of lavender was given to her by her late grandmother, mother of her father. Eurwen brought the stalk to her lips and pressed it gently before setting it down on the flat ridge of the stone Phoenix Nest.
“You do not want to do that, my child,” said a voice. Eurwen jumped to her feet and swung her body around in direction of Dale who looked on, confused. Eurwen looked back at the stalk of lavender, confused, the book now laying on the floor forgotten.
“Grandma?” whispered Eurwen, curiously.
“No child, but your grandmother’s soul is safe, and awaiting the rebirth. It is I, who you call, Allura,” elaborated the voice, which spoke with a gentle breeze like tone, almost romantically, very feminine and warm.
“I thought you only talked to the wise guys. Like, the clergy, and maybe the Admiral?” said Eurwen with full genuine seriousness.
“Sometimes. But often they don’t listen,” continued Allura. Eurwen snatched the stalk of lavender and held it against her breast, but continued staring at the flames that surrounded the Phoenix Nest.
“I want to see you,” said Eurwen, bluntly.
“You are in my presence already, my dear. Watch the flames,” replied Allura, with a hint of amusement. Eurwen’s eyes rolled a little. Not only had Eurwen been watching the flames for an hour or two, she couldn’t count the amount of hours she had spent of her lifetime in the same spot she was at right then. Eurwen did continue to watch though. It was the first time that Allura had spoken to her after all. Eventually she did start to spot shapes within the flames, similar to what you would see when watching the clouds. Ships, so many ships. The ships crashed into the waves and faded out of sight and armies appeared, lined up side by side, Lavandian and foreigner. Again the image faded away, but this time a bird was visible. A beautiful creature, with elegant and fantastic plumage, a phoenix. The phoenix, still an image within the flames, opened it’s wings and raced towards the apparent surface before emerging as a curl of flame. Eurwen stepped backward as the flame rolled towards her, and barely kissed the tip of her nose, causing a temporary stab of pain. By this point Dale had marched a few steps forward.
“Stand back, my princess,” commanded Dale, with concern. Eurwen turned her head to face him, her dirty blonde hair wrapping itself over her shoulder. Eurwen blinked, slowly, and collapsed. The stalk of lavender fell to the ground, beside her.