Rise Of The Phoenix

The legend says that when the Phoenix rises from the ashes of a fallen wizard, six young heroes are ready to take on the honorable task of restoring the country's long lost greatness, but before that can happen, they must be taught the ways of their ancient heroes.

17 year old Beatrice leaves her home in the early morning, to fulfill her duty as one of the chosen ones, knowing she might not return.
For more than thirty years, the country has been ruled by an evil wizard, whose power lies solely in his ability to raise the dead. Now, his reign has come to a turning point, that will either mark the end of his terror, or grant him even bigger powers. Only six chosen youngsters have the ability to change the future.

Most likely part I of a trilogy


3. Two


Chapter Two:


Beatrice sat by the wooden table in the small work room. It was nice and quiet there in a way, despite the steady rhythm of the old sewing machine. Sewing always calmed her and the solitude gave her room to think in peace, even on the rare occasions when the store was full of costumers. Today, however, they hadn't seen a single client.

Her family had run the tailoring store for generations, but lately it barely brought in enough money to put food on the table for the little family of four, even if they worked through the blackout.

For five hours in the middle of the day, all electricity was cut to maintain the few resources that was left. Those were five hours of valuable time wasted sewing by hand, when the same amount of work could be done in less than an hour on a machine. It cost them more than half a day's pay. On top of that, more and more people chose to repair their own clothes. Seeing a tailor with it became too expensive. Within a few years, maybe even sooner, the village would no longer need a tailoring business.


“Bea!” Jonathan suddenly shouted from right behind her. She hadn't heard him enter through the noise from the sewing machine.

“Perfect timing.” She said, handing the piece of clothing she'd been working on to her younger brother.

“My jeans.” He said, holding the pants out in front of him.” Bea you're the best!”


“Yea, yea. Just don't go tearing them again. I have better things to do than repairing your clothes.” Bea warned him.

Jonathan nodded obediently. “Sure, whatever you say.” He said with a smirk. He was a normal 11 year old kid, with the same need for adventure as Bea kept hidden inside. The only difference between the two was that he was still young enough to act on his curiosity.


“You're hopeless.” She told him with a sigh as she started packing the sewing machine away, silently envying his lack of responsibility.


“Mom says supper is ready.” Jonathan said, ignoring her previous comment as he already turned to leave the room.

“Okay, I'll be right down.” Bea already heard Jonathan's steps on the stairs, as she got up to follow him.


As Bea entered the kitchen, where both her parents and her brother were already waiting by the table, she felt the first wave of nerves hit her. She had avoided her parents all day. She feared they would sense something was wrong the moment they saw her.

That morning she had received a letter, one she knew would change her life, and quite possibly the lives of the family she would have to leave behind.

“Well hello Bea, how nice of you to join us.” Her father said with a smile, that only he mastered. When she was younger, she had adored that smile, but now she knew it was just a mask he wore to keep some of the ugliness on a safe distance. She hated it. No one ever discussed things with her. She was still just a child to them, despite soon turning 18.

The laws of the country stated that a child comes of age upon turning 15, but in the village, anyone below 21 were to be shielded from the horrors that took place every day.

“What are you standing there for? Sit down, eat.” Her mother said. She too wore a mask of false security. It was a waste of their energy, not even Jonathan believed it anymore.

“Sorry, I was just thinking.” Bea said as she sat down. Her mother dutifully served equal amounts of food for each of them, and a few extra potatoes for their dad. Late summer was potato season, and for once their back yard held plenty of food, at least for a little while.

“You do that a lot.” Her mother stated. “Maybe you should focus on work, instead of wasing your energy on things you cant change anyway.”

But that was just it. She could change it. That was what the letter was about. It was her chance to fight the evil that had kept them suppressed since long before she was born.


After supper, Beatrice went back to the work room that doubled as a bedroom for her and Jonathan. She needed to prepare for the journey, so she took a pen and some paper and started writing down the things she would need to remember before taking off.

She was hoping to leave at dawn, before anyone would be awake to stop her.

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