The Phoenix arose from the burning embers of the funeral pyre, and fire came from its razor-sharp beak, along with a frightening sound. The boy recognized that within the screech, there was language, and meaning, but he was too young, too afraid, too uninformed, to understand what it meant:
"Complacentiam mors est. Noli timere, quia iam sunt in domo mea."
"But what can I do? I am afraid, for the fire almost engulfed my village."
"Ah, puero vos sentio indefensos quia vos cognitione carent, et notitiis. Est ignis causatur quia vos non agnoscerent, in his autem, substituto fantasy pro re. Non tibi hostiam tibi causa doloris lacessierit."
"I'm sorry, I did not know! My little village is so small, and I have never seen the world, nor can I imagine anything beyond my bedroom walls."
"Video et te misereri. Nolite timere. Sis felix, quoniam tu instituis. Liberavit scientia, ut possit vim bonum quam malum. Hostia amet velit tincidunt sed oportet - quod tam facilis et perspicua."
"Yes, I see. I feel as if the sun is rising for the first time in my life."
And the two began their journey in earnest...
Phoenix (Mythology)
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