Corsaint Phoenix/Stories
Quotes
- When Summoned
- Let me freshen you up!
- When Shapeshifted Into
- Hope you don't mind me dropping in!
- Using a Skill
- Be refreshed!
- When Entering Dragon's Roost
- Are you all right? Need a little pick-me-up?
- Hiii! It's so good to see you!
- Thanks for coming to see me! It's always a great time with you.
- After Receiving a Gift
- Oh, thanks! Here—hope you like it!
- This should freshen you up!
- After Bond Level Increase
- I'm here to put some extra pep in your step!
- I want to know all about you, so I can keep you healthy!
- Idle After Bond Level 1
- When wars happen, lots of people get hurt. Healing them all isn't easy!
- I'm not the only phoenix, you know. There are lots of us—we're kind of like sisters!
- My wings have a great shine to them right now—all thanks to you!
- Idle After Bond Level 10
- I love mending old stuffed toys. It makes their owners SUPER happy!
- I can fix things, but I'm not very good at making stuff from scratch. It always just falls apart!
- I want to help everyone here feel happy and relaxed.
- Idle After Bond Level 20
- You have the power to heal others, too... That's why I feel so happy around you!
- I can mend anything; wounds, toys—even relationships!
- If I see something broken, I HAVE to fix it! I just have to.
- Unbound
- Thanks for always being so kind to me! I hope we can keep having fun together for a long time to come!
- Fully Unbound
- As long as we are together, no one will be hurt for long.
Dragon Story Episodes
The Finality of Death
The flame of life that once burned
bright within the sacred bird
sputtered to a halt. And from the
ashes, three Phoenix sisters arose.
Phoenix, maiden of reincarnation.
Dark Phoenix, arbiter of lifespans.
And Corsaint Phoenix, regenerant.
"Whether wound or illness, you need
only speak what ails, and I will heal!
Regeneration is my life; my calling!"
Corsaint Phoenix quite liked her
power, for it brought happiness to all.
But one day, Corsaint Phoenix
was suddenly wracked with doubt.
"Is there meaning in regeneration?
After all, no matter how many times
someone is healed, death comes for
us all in the end."
As the days passed, her heart
wavered, and slowly did the
seed of doubt begin to take root.
Listless and negligent, she allowed a
single life to slip through her fingers.
"Huh? I...failed?" Corsaint Phoenix
was dumbfounded. "Worry not. I will
help you." Phoenix had come along,
and, unable to sit idly by, held a
hand over the corpse.
In the blink of an eye, she restored
life to the empty vessel. "A soul that
could not be healed in life passes on,
opening the door to reincarnation."
Phoenix's tone was stern but gentle.
The notion further shrouded Corsaint
Phoenix's heart in doubt.
"What place does regeneration
have when there exists a power
so mighty as reincarnation?"
If her role was unnecessary, why
should she persist in it? She chose to
quit her work and live her own life.
Without healing, disease spread,
and death and sadness reigned.
She felt a rueful tickle at her heart,
but resolved to turn a blind eye
to the world's suffering all the same.
She walked on, traversing a stagnant
river, a wild plain, and a wasted
wood. And at the end of the
wasteland, she came upon a lone
foal, fallen and exhausted.
She alone could help this animal,
abandoned and in need. Reluctantly,
Corsaint Phoenix used her power of
regeneration on the foal. Its vitality
restored, it posed her a question.
"Thank you, miss. I am all alone.
Are...you alone, too?" Corsaint
Phoenix nodded. Each had drunk
deeply of solitude's bitter draught.
They grew close in no time at all.
They were inseparable. When the foal
fell ill, she healed it immediately. And
before she realized it, the foal had
grown into an old horse. Their days
passed without incident.
Yet even the happiest times must
eventually come to an end. And on
one winter day like so many before,
Corsaint Phoenix was faced with
an immutable principle.
Unable to find meaning in her power
of regeneration, Corsaint Phoenix
cast aside her role and lived freely.
Treading the path of freedom, she
befriended a lone horse, and the two
shared many joyful years together.
However...
One harsh winter, the old horse was
stricken with illness. As always,
Corsaint Phoenix tried to heal it, but
try as she might, the horse's suffering
would not recede.
With fear festering in the pit of her
stomach, she tried once more to use
her power of regeneration. And yet
the illness would not abate,
and instead only grew worse.
"Why? Why won't you get better?
I have nothing to my name save this
power of regeneration, and now
even that is wrested from my grasp?"
The horse stood on the precipice of
death, its illness fatal. Corsaint
Phoenix broke down in tears. As she
did, the horse looked upon her and
smiled gently, speaking thus:
"This malady will soon take me,
but grieve not. I have lived a long
enough life, and my happiness
has been immeasurable."
"While I cannot stay with you any
longer, my memory will live on within
you forever. May it be the key to
unshackle your burdened heart."
These were the horse's last words.
Only its lifeless body remained.
Corsaint Phoenix wept as she
rushed back to Phoenix's side.
"Please, reincarnate this horse! I wish
to speak with it once more, no matter
the cost! Please, I'll do anything!"
In light of this extraordinary situation,
Phoenix set to her task. The horse's
soul returned in the form of a foal,
and Corsaint Phoenix wept once
again—this time with joy.
"Who are you, miss?"
Corsaint Phoenix was frozen in place.
The life before her was wholly new.
No trace of the horse's old memories
remained in the reincarnated foal.
"I finally understand. The power
of reincarnation is no substitute
for the power of regeneration.
Yet my friend's memory lives
on...in my heart alone."
All life meets its end eventually.
Yet regeneration is far from futile.
Armed with a new sense of purpose,
Corsaint Phoenix resumed her duty.
To this day, the white dragon carries
a precious memory of a dear friend:
A memory of a horse, galloping over
a distant plain, transcending time
through the threshold to her heart.