Wings

The ashes lay on the ground. Lifeless and cold. I sat sobbing. Ember, she had been my only friend. Then the ashes stirred and the sweet buttery voice I knew filled my ears. "Do not cry for me child" I looked up in disbelief at ember who was now more beautiful than ever. "Ember" I cried. "But how?" As overjoyed as I was a was still baffled. "Do you not know the ways of the phoenix?" I shook my head. "We rise from our own ashes so we can spread our wings and fly once more.