The Phoenix Sings Sunsets
"It is said, in the deep, cold whisperings of tale and legend that once in our land and high in the sky loomed an enormous fiery orb. The orb glowed with a startling brilliance that lit the entire land by day, and slept by the shadows of night.
We called the orb the 'sun' and every day it rose to the song of the phoenix. The sun shone upon the world and gave life to all things green.
Our king, Glorabet Sunlamoon, became jealous of the mighty phoenix who every day awoke the sun with it's song, and every night sang it to sleep. One night, just after the sun had been put to rest, he captured all the phoenix and had them imprisoned deep below his rocky fortress.
Some say that our land has been forever in darkness, immortally in shadow. They say that our land was always barren, that our lives were always harsh. Others who remember the times of light recall great towering forests and thousands of animals. Day and night were light and dark, not impenetrable blackness. Some say that there are still phoenix in the world, loath to sing their song where the sun can hear it, lest the king again become jealous and lock them away."
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