The wind blew against Pheona's face, making her cheeks flush from the cold as she stood atop the highest tower of her kingdom. 

"Sora, take a note," She said to her royal servant. 

Sora fumbled for a scroll and quill in her bag. Her ash-stained face looked pale from illness. 

"Frontier 4, day 36, the plan is coming together, the war will be over soon and the Ivory Kingdom will rule all once more. The rebellion has escaped the castle, will be found soon." Pheona said as she clenched her fists, small wisps of purple smoke emitting from her palms. 

"Have the knights found them yet?" Pheona asked. 

"N-no mam." said Sora. "Um, mam?" Sora stuttered.

 "W-why do we h-have to rule all the other k-kingdoms?" she asked. 

"See, this is why kindhearted ones are fools." Pheona said, grabbing Sora's arm and throwing her over the edge of the tower, Sora's screams of fear echoing down with her as she fell until they stopped abruptly with a sickening crack. 

Pheona looked over the edge to see Sora's mangled body wrenched into an awful position, a pool of blood forming around her head at the bottom of the tower. Pheona sighed.

"Third disappointing one this week," she muttered. 

"I have to get better servants." she said staring away into the blood red sunset sky. 

"This eclipse will be the dawn of a new age," she said. 

"The dawn of the Phoenix."