Phoenix of the Forest Pt 1

Aenavel awoke to the loud, serene call of a Woka bird announcing the sunrise. He instinctively sat up, letting his silken sheets fall off his naked body. Stretching, he reached high above his head, enjoying the feeling of his body unwind after a wonderful night’s sleep. As he twisted his pale body, letting his long elven hair caress his soft skin, his mind started to wake up too. Like a child on the morning of the winter solstice festival, reality slowly dawned on him.

The thought struck him hard: Today’s the ceremony! In an instant, Aenavel bolted out of bed and began throwing on his clothes. Giddy like a school girl, the young elven boy felt his heart exploding in his chest. As he slid his colorful tie-dye tunic over his head, he grew increasingly concerned that a swarm of flutterflies had taken residence in his stomach. But, he did not let these things perturb him. After looking forward to this day, practically dying with anticipation, for several years, his mind was dead-set on one thing:

Today was the day he would become everything he had ever dreamed of being.