Josh's Training

The Phenex, (or Phenix depending on origin) obedient to the conjurer, sings in the seductive voice of a pure child. The Grand Marquis of the underworld sings a poem than would bring kings to there knees and the most malicious to tears of sorrow. Fire glows within the etched seal carved upon the ground and time appears to slow. Nothing but you and the Phenex exist as his poem begins. And, chiming like an exalted choir of angels he/she recites this poem:

"Salute the last, and everlasting day,
Joy at the uprising of this Sun, and Son,
Ye whose true tears, or tribulation
Have purely wash’d, or burnt your drossy clay.
Behold, the Highest, parting hence away,
Lightens the dark clouds, which He treads upon;
Nor doth he by ascending show alone,
But first He, and He first enters the way.
O strong Ram, which hast batter’d heaven for me!
Mild lamb, which with Thy Blood hast mark’d the path!
Bright Torch, which shinest, that I the way may see!
O, with Thy own Blood quench Thy own just wrath;
And if Thy Holy Spirit my Muse did raise,
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise"

Lastly he/she returns to the form of a fiery bird and in a child's voice make one last statement, " 1,2000 and a day The scion wishes to ascend with mine blessing shall seek the ram through the Dodekatheon!"

In a rush of comforting, warm flame, the Phenex flys back onto your skin with a slight amount of pain to remind you of the powers of the Grand Marquis.

Reality slowly returns to your senses and you weep from the beauty for wich you just witnessed. Sorrow fills your soul feeling a great loss that the voice of the Phenex has gone. ( For the next day you are deeply depressed and find yourself crying at random moments, fearing that you may never hear such beauty again. When you hear the voice of a child hope rises in your soul to slightly sate this depression. This is called Quiet, it's the manifestation of your paradox) You notice Vlad, fully clothed in a fur parka and a strange spear strapped to his back, stands behind you. His face is a mixture of frustration and worry. When he realizes your attention is now on him, without making eye contact he says, "Bother, you should not have done that. Your soul is not ready for such manifestation. It is very dangerous to contact your Avatar in the physical world without great preparation. If someone were to attack at that moment, they could sever your connection to the divine." He takes a deep breath and returns to his normal chipper demeanor. As cold sleet begins to form to snowflakes in the slum that you now stand. He says cheerfully, "We must go, I have much to teach you and you grow too quick. Without guidance you could do great damage, to yourself or others. Try to keep your abilities in check for now, if you invoke too much of the divines powers, the gods will invoke their wrath upon you."

This is so much to take in at once, but the Phenex's poem seems to echo endlessly through your mind. What did it mean? You feel that the answers to this enigma will lead you closer to the your life's purpose.

Vlad begins to walk down the street, "Come, we talk on the way. First you ask and then I answer, make sure you ask the right questions. Yes, this is test of sorts."

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