So, here's the deal. This is actually a sort of short background that I wrote for a character I made (sort of spur of the moment). The character is based off of the old Russian/ Slavic fairytale/folklore and the Ballet composed by Igor Stravinsky. While it is sort of based off of them, the story itself, like, after the defeat of the Immortal, is purely mine, so I wasn't sure if I should have called it Fanfiction or not. XD Feel free to edit/ change the title if you wish. ^^ For the most part this is written in the Firebird's point of view, but there are moments that are third person. I hope you enjoy it. ^^ It's been a while since I wrote something like this. :3 ** Note: I just realized this is more than 1000 words. >>; I have to break it up into parts. I apologize. I dislike making it broken into parts. D: ** Eternity is a painful thing. To live forever is truly painful. To watch those you once cared for die and pass on to another life, while you stayed and lived thousands of lives? There is no pain greater than watching those you love die. What is even more painful, is that you were not given their love in return... after all you’d done for the person, after all you’d always do for them... for their entire lives, you’d do anything for them... and they could not give you their love in return... There is no creature in this land, or another, that you will find that longs for death more than I. I do not remember how I was born, and when that was. It was long ago, before the Princes and Princesses, before the Kings and Queens. When this land was filled with creatures and magic. When this land was of simple people. This is the earliest I can remember. And yet, even then, this is not where my story truly begins. In those times, my life was simple. There was no reason to question my being, because, I simply was. I was the Firebird, the Eternal Flame. I was the symbol of blessing and fortune, and the hope for rebirth and life for those who did not have the gift of Immortality. I was a symbol of hope, and the prospect for good fortune. Upon hearing my song, the land would bloom, and fruit would grow and ripen to be the sweetest you’ve ever tasted. So long as you were kind and truthful, was I gracious in return. And yet, many wished to capture me, for not only was I powerful in magic, but, I was also beautiful. I was a glorious Firebird, standing almost as tall as a full grown man, with a long slender neck and beautiful red, orange, and yellow plumage that sparked and cackled with flame a my wingtips and upon my long, glorious tail. In another time, I would be named the Phoenix, the Eternal Flame. My feathers were a treasure and gift for those who I had given them to, and often sought out by those who wanted them for darker reasons, because, you see, my feathers were the link I had to the humans. They were the connection I had to people, and only people of pure heart or kindness could attain them, at least, from me. There were many a time that feathers were stolen, in which case, I had done everything in my power to destroy them. Feathers could only be given to those worthy. And only the worthy would be given the gift of the Firebird. You see, my life before was uneventful. There is no story to be said about it, because there is nothing that would be relevant to the time today. There is only one story in my life that I remember well enough to tell, because it is the one story that I can never forget... and will have with me for the rest of my eternal life. I remember it vividly, as though I relive it time and time again. When I close my eyes, I can see everything, feel, smell, everything was as it was before... If I was able, I would live in that time, in that short moment of my life, and live it for all eternity, for those were the happiest times of my life... However, they were also the most painful.