• America, November 8th 2010 -preset day

    A storm was coming in, Pheonix knew. The whole day the winds had knocked over anything that it could get its sure grip on. The waves at the beach tossed restlessly, as if having a bad dream and not being able to wake up from it.

    Pheonix stared out of her bedroom window as tiny drops of rain splattered on the glass. By nightfall, lightning would streak the sky above like whips against the darkened sky. The thunder would bounce off the mountains, sounding like God was bowling right on the beach.

    But it was always the cold, hard rain that soothed Pheonix. She didn’t know why, but it reminded her of her father. Harsh, but yet soothing. She remembered the times he punished her for setting the kitchen on fire or some sorts, yelling at her, but then as she sat in her bed weeping, her eyes red to the rim, he always came to her and held her in h is arms.

    Her father always kissed the top of her head, then made soothing circles on her back. He would tell her that he was sorry for yelling and would tell her that he loved her. He would hold her until she fell asleep, and the very next morning she would wake up to the smell of her favorite breakfast.

    But none of that had gone on in her beach house for over fifty years. She was alone, never growing old and dying. She was immortal, like her father and her ancestors. They had breathed sighs of relief the day they found out she would never age again, thankful that her father`s blood ran deeper through her veins than her mortal, human mother`s. They didn’t know if the king would have made it through his daughter’s death, so soon after the death of his wife.

    Pheonix looked down as her cat rubbed against her bare leg. The cat looked up at her, his green eyes pleading. It meowed. Pheonix chuckled, bending down and picking it. The cat purred as Pheonix held him to her chest and walked into the kitchen.

    “There you go, baby.” Pheonix said to the cat as she emptied a can of wet food into a bowl by the far wall. Pheonix sat down and put her back to the wall, one leg propping up her arm, the other one bent Indian style.

    Pheonix watched as Baby gulped down his food, and then followed it with water. Baby was the only companion the Scot girl had since her father left for Scotland. Baby was a gift from her da and grandmother.

    Pheonix lowered her head as tears flooded her eyes. She swiped away a strand of red hair and put it behind her slightly pointed ear. Baby slowly climbed onto her lap, purring like crazy, and rubbed against his master`s t-shirt clad stomach. Pheonix laughed, despite her tears. The girl scratched the cat behind his ear until they both fell asleep on the kitchen floor, the wind howling outside and the thunder booming in the background.

    …

    Night stared out at the water. All he had to do was board the boat and go to the island. It wouldn’t take much to walk up to the sot girl`s door and knock. But then he would freak her out.

    Night frowned.

    Pheonix was sad to have the strength of a warrior. She could wield a sword as good as an ancient. And lord knows what kind of weapon she had in her home. Once he explained that he was a new member of the counsel of seven, and that he was there to recruit her because her father was missing, he would probably be dead!

    Night looked up to the sound of a motor boat in the distance.

    Maybe he didn’t have to go to her home after all.

    The outline of a young lady came into view just seconds after the boat did. She was looking out to the dock, preparing to tie her vessel to it. Night walked toward the wooden structure, running possible conversations through his head.

    Pheonix grabbed her coat out of the seat and jumped onto the pier, making sure that the rope was tied tightly. She tugged hard. Having to go out and buy new rope every time she came to the main land was worth it if it meant her small boat wasn’t stolen.

    Yep, old nameless was apart of the family.

    As she neared the sign- in station, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around, one hand going to the dagger on her waist. She fingered the small leather sheath, her eyes scanning the area.

    Her sight landed on a young man, maybe two years older than her. His hands were up, a gesture that said he was no threat.

    “What do you want?” Pheonix gritted out through clenched teeth. He reeked of the counsel.

    “Easy, ma`am. My name is Night. I’m here on behalf of a counsel. It’s about your father.” Night explained in a low voice, reaching a hand up to brush a piece of windswept black hair out of his face.

    Pheonix cocked and eyebrow.

    “Night?” She asked, amusement showing on her face.

    “Short for Nightingale.” Night replied. Ah, so this was one of the counsel member`s barren. The counsel members always named their children after birds.

    “Well, nice to meet you, Night. Now, what about my father?” Pheonix questioned, removing her hand from her dagger and holding it out. Night walked forward cautiously and took her small hand in his larger, leather clad hand.

    “You’re Pheonix. I heard a lot about you.” Night replied, trying to avoid the subject of her father for as long as he could. The dropped their hands.

    “My father.” Was all that Pheonix said. Night sighed. There was no avoiding the subject.

    “He went missing some months ago. The counsel believes him to be dead. If that is the case, then they want you to take his seat.”

    “I will take nobody`s seat.” With that, Pheonix turned and walked away.