Midnight_Raven0425

"I won't bow down to you. I'm The Queen... I'm The White Phoenix!" 

Farah craved for a normal life and she had it. She achieved it but then The Ancient Phoenix came into the picture. He made Farah the next Phoenix stronger than anyone else. Even though she didn't ask for such power, it was given.

She fulfilled the Ancient Phoenix's wish, to build a land uniting all the different types of Phoenixes and she named the kingdom after the Ancient Phoenix— Gazaria.

Little did she knew she was only fulfilling the prophecy. Repeating what has happened 500 years ago. The Queen of Hell once again escaped the depths of her cage and will do everything just to destroy Gazaria.

Farah fought as best as she could, but unfortunately she lost. With the help of an old friend she'll travel with the man she'll fall into— Oxoluz. Together with the help of her friends they'll find a way to bring back Gazaria to it's former glory.

In the end, will Farah once again have the life she'll always want or she'll end up doing what have happened 500 years ago.

"If we lose again, we will no longer have something to save, everything is on me now, it is time for me to choice, what is right and sacrifice what I want," Farah said as a lone tear fell in her eye.

"No I won't let you! We will fight together," Oxoluz said and held Farah's hand.

"Together?" Farah asked.

"Always." Oxoluz answered and claimed her lips.

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The White Phoenix

After what happened in their duel, Farah was about to leave the battlefield when suddenly she heard Lazaro's voice. "Would you love to have a second round?" he asked with a smirk written in his lips.

Farah turned her gaze back to Lazaro and chuckled, "well, it is up to you...If that will make you happy then why not," she answered and smiled.

"Would it be okay with you if I use, my own powers? Like my very own talent?" Lazaro asked Farah. That question somehow made Farah wonder what kind of magic does Lazaro has.

"Well, it's alright with me. It is a duel anyway, so I am down." She answered and smiled once again.

"Well then, take your position my dear Farah." Lazaro said, he pressed his lips together and combed the strand of hair that covered his eyes. Lazaro's hair isn't that long, but it is long enough to reach his eyes.

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