She was reborn beneath sacred flame.
Now fate watches from behind a mask.
In a world of power, prophecy, and legacy—
Her story begins with a vow no one remembers making.
“The Phoenix shall rise from ash—when memory burns louder than blood.”
Disclaimer: Please do not copy this story. This is an original story that I have been slowly writing even before Covid and have tons of proof. So do not steal ideas. Any resemblance to other character is purely coincidental. The concepts in this story are restructured folklore in my own ideas.