phoenix

She stood in the rain and let the water wash the dirt from her hands.  It was a warm storm.  The shower was refreshing despite the lateness of the day.

She reached skyward, tilting her head back, eyes closed.  The dirt turned to mud and sloughed off in heavy chunks.  It felt like the water was cleansing her soul as well but she knew she would wear the stain of her sins for the rest of her life.  She didn’t expect that to be very long.

Her sins would catch up to her, no matter how clean she got at the end of the day.  She had no doubt about that.  And then she would find the peace that had so long eluded her.

On that night, though, as the full moon stay hidden behind the formidable clouds unleashing their torrent upon the earth, she let the rain wash away all thoughts of what had come before and what she still had to face.  For those minutes in the gentle wrath of the storm she focused solely on the feel of the water splashing against her, the feel of the grit being pulled free from her skin, the feel of her soul rising from its hidden depths to exalt in the joy of the experience.

She opened her eyes and gazed into the swirling darkness above.  It looked like familiar, like how she imagined the place within her where her soul went to hide as she worked.  A smile crossed her lips as she dreamed of slipping free of gravity and climbing into the darkness to hide away forever.  She would enjoy being there, folded in the clouds, surrounded by the thrum of natural energy, traveling the world until spent only to be reborn again and again, like a phoenix of water rather than fire.

She laughed into the storm.  Her voice boomed in her ears but was quickly muffled by the wind and rain.

In many ways, she was a phoenix.  Each new hunt was a cycle.  She was born when she located a target.  She grew, aged, and lived on the hunt.  Then she died with each kill only to be reborn again.

She was dead beneath this storm.  Soon she would pull herself free of the flood and flourish in her way.  One day the cycle would end.  Until then, she would fulfill her fated role.

there is now a dragon in the kingdom

Not Quite Alice was kind enough to offer up a dragon for the kingdom.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, something about an award, and loyalty, and awesomeness, and lots of other cool words, but…. Dragon!!!  Isn’t that all you really need to read?

See. RAWR!

It’s all I need anyway.  The Matticus Kingdom definitely needed a dragon, and now that we have one we feel almost complete.  We might need a few knights and a giant table that may or may not be round as well, but those are stories for different days.

Today I must show my love to those who have been loyal to the matticus kingdom so that they too can proudly house dragons in their own pieces of the blogosphere:

1. Jon
2. Jen
3. MerBear
4. Steph
5. Tony
6. (Aunt) Princess Rosebud
7. The Imaginator
8. The Scribbler
9. Mr. Atheist
10. Matrone Bell
11. Rara
12. Jenn
13. The Foodie Farmer
14. Revis Edgewater
15. Gordon Flanders
16. JC

Thank you all for helping me out and staying loyal to the kingdom.  You are all super awesome fantastic!  That’s right.  It’s true.  It has now been officially decreed and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Enjoy your dragons and please treat them well.  They like wide open spaces and need to be able to roam and stretch their wings from time to time.  If you need help taking care of them, just let me know and I’m sure we can work something out.