~Wiseowl

Communicating with the Fyre bird is harder than I thought. Finally, I give up to the last resort. Catastrophe is destroying Kyngdom. I say through song. We need you to help us. Just as I suspected, the Fyre bird is enraged at the though of Catasrophe. But what I didn't know, is that it would spurt flames everywhere. I freeze, terrified until my senses come back. "I am going to need some help!" I shout. "I can't handle this much longer." And I really can't, not alone. I'm exhausted... 

Yes! Could I be Eico?

~Xiǎolóng~

Wiseowl opens her mouth. An angry yet beautiful A-minor chord eases its way past her lips. It seems impossible that this girl can produce such a note, such a perfect, impeccable sound. She continues to sing, moving the notes higher, higher, higher, until I almost couldn't hear her anymore, the note is so high. Pure passion seems to ring from the music, giving me the chills at her sheer emotion. 

Time seems to slow down as Wiseowl sings, the alluring sound enchanting us all. Everyone turns towards her, mesmerized at the beauty.

For a moment, it feels like the note is the only sound in the world, the only voice, the only song. I can hardly remember anything else, only this sound, this divine dream. It feels like it this until a shrill cry slices through the air, like a knife through bread, like a swimmer through water. I look up.

It's the Fyre Bird, a beautiful phoenix. Its red wings shimmer with orange and gold, the color of flames, of fire. The flames seem to dance around it, creating a majestic background for the dazzling, magical bird.

The girl, Wiseowl, spreads her wings and takes flight. She floats up to the stunning, regal creature, ready to communicate in song.

I knew! Little Crow! Gr..

Trill heard Wiseowl cry and looked up. "Something's wrong..." She said, her voice rising. Just before the entire area burst into flame! "Uh, Wiseowl? You need some help?" Laria called, her face pale. "Yes!" "I'll do it." Marsha said, her face stern. Trill nodded. She seemed the best choice. "No, you girl!" Hornshaw cried. "Shut up." Laria told her. "Go. Do it. Now!" Trill cried. "Wiseowl! Marsha is coming for help if you need it! Don't worry, she fine! She not steal your necklace!"

L what r u? Anyway, go ahaid and be Eico! Lucy, ur already Ayearth so since L isnt anything she can be Eico. (Ps thanks for someone finaly picking Eico up!)

~Wiseowl

I can't believe it! Marsha, my arch-nemisis, helping? I swoop down, grabbing her hand, and land. "No fire extinguisher can put this out!" I shout over the chaos. "Get people to safty, all the while singing." Her face shows confusion, then disgust. "I know," I answer her unspoken question. "Sounds like something from a crazy story book. But I have an idea. Try to get the others to sing too. Any song, alright?" She finally nods. "Hurry!" ...

The sun sinks in front of me, its last dying rays tinging the clouds a dusky pink. Its shimmering image is reflected in the calm waters of the ocean, only disturbed by the gentle rolling of the waves. Darkness softly cloaks the corners of the sky as the sun descends ever lower before me. I close my eyes and soak in the warmth and beauty of it all. Sunsets have always seemed to help me see the future, allowing me to pierce the veil of time and catch a glimpse of the yet-to-come. I sigh, a hint of a breeze ruffling the grass around me. The visons come as I stand there, scenes and landscapes darting quickly past, over and over, faster and faster. A particular image reappears again and again, filling my mind for an instant then darting away, only to come back a moment later. I frown slightly, trying to make sense of it. A dark passage, seemingly carved from rock. Countless passages, each blocked by mysterious gates. An ancient evil lurking deep inside the labyrinth, waiting, always waiting, waiting for the right moment, the moment it will awake and rise, filling the whole world with its unfathomable darkness. The image flickers again in my mind, showing a Kyngdom at war with itself, desperately fighting the darkness, alas, to no avail. The scene gets murkier, thrashing outlines barely indistinguishable. Then nothing. The darkness reigns supreme, having corrupted the world and every beast in it. I shudder, tearing myself from the frightful vision. The sun has disappeared from the sky. Only a soft glow on the horizon remains. The wind has picked up and whips around me, the cold finally piercing through my scales. Darkness waits to cover the world, like a curtain at the end of a play, waiting only for the last people to exit from the stage. This darkness is not like the one in my vision, though. This is comforting in its soft velvety blackness. I gaze up at it for a moment, my eyes narrowed against the icy breeze. Then I sigh and turn away, finally knowing where my goal is. In the Labyrinth.