A bird flutters in the nest, fragments of it's old life clutter its mind. The small hatchling takes heed of it's surroundings and soon the chaos that filled its mind had past, and only the future lay ahead. Dropping the shells of safety the crimson bird stretched its wings, the yellow tips of it's feathers glinting in the fading day.

Looking around it see's only destruction, knowing that somehow it had caused this terrible scene the bird shrugs off the ashes that cloaks it's body and shutters in the wind, releasing the dust of its past commited to fate. The Phoenix rises from the ground and takes flight with powerful wings, this time it will be different, mistakes are learned from, and corrections made. This time no mercy, no slack and above all...no survivors.

Now looking out on the battlefield, it surveys the grounds. The time is almost at hand, and when that time comes....