Phoenix. It was a whispered, curse of a name, if ever there was one. I didn't ask for this responsibility, but I couldn't say I was upset to have the power that inspired it. And I couldn't say I was sorry for what it meant I get to do. In fact, I was sorta gleeful of that little detail. Like a Phoenix rising from her own ashes, I was a new being, an alien being, a being to be feared. And fear they should, for this rogue Magi -- the only rogue Magi in existence -- was about to bring about the End in all its fiery, self-prophesied glory. And it was going to be dramatic.
I still have trouble with colouring my line art. It's a problem that I need to get over quickly. I'm not sure if it's the colours I choose, or that I should just add hints of colour/shading so that you can see the line art. 'Cause I thought the line art was pretty decent.
As another aside, excuse my tidbits of garbled text with my concepts -- it helps me remember, and catalogue, the little bits of jumbled world-building that I'm trying to piece together.
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