In a flash a single soul appeared in a great white room. ‘where am I’ it though. It was confused at its current situation as it had no recollection of any prior memories. Why was it here, who was it. It proceeded to move around flailing in the vast whiteness. “hello!” It cried, “hello”, It cried even louder multiples times with no answer.

“why hello there” a deep British voice sounded through from somewhere, perhaps everywhere? “what is a young soul like you doing here in a place like this?”

“I think I’m lost, I don’t really know where I am, what I am or who I am” was its only response.

“Hm, I see” the voice replied as if in deep though. “ very interesting, quite a future you have”

“Future” this was a surprise, it had a future, ‘wait what is a future’ it though. It now realised it was speaking and thinking a language it doesn’t remember learning but it did sound familiar.

“why yours of course” the voice sounded amused “but enough of this old man’s rambling, what I’m interested in knowing is what kind of trash luck you had to die so young?”

“die, young?” It was even more confused now “what do you mean”

“oh, never mind just my pointless rambling, anyway I’ll send you off on your way now, your next life awaits” a purple spiral appeared and almost immediately the spirit was begining to be sucked in.

"Ah wait, who are you?" the spirit asked as it was being pulled away. "Well child, you may just remember me as dreamwalker" in the distance a black cloacked man appeared. He waved his hand and closed the purple portal when the spirit went through.

“What an interesting fellow, halfway summoned along with a class of children intended to be heroes only to fall into my domain” the voice bemused. “You’ll have an interesting life for sure, cultivate diligently and you may yet see your friends again” The black cloacked man known as Dreamwalker chucked to himself before dissappearing the white room dissappearing with him.

Distant world, ???? realms, ???? Planet

“ah” a woman screamed “hurry, I’m dying here”. The woman was in the phase of giving birth, servants were rushing back and forth while the midwife urged the woman to continue “please madam, just a little further, I can see the baby already”

“well hurry” the husband urged. He worried over his wife looking helpless not knowing what to do. “GRRRRRRR” the woman pushed one final time, “WAHHHH” a crying could be heard. “your child my lord” the midwife beckoned the husband forward. The Husband looked young, about mid twenties with Scarlett hair, he looked at his child the baby still crying but otherwise fine.

“let me see her” the woman said weekly.

“alright” the husband moved next to his wife and handed out his daughter. “she’s beutiful” the wife exclaimed. “well you couldn’t really tell at this stage, but ah, well. Yes she’s absolutely gorgeous” the husband quickly changed his tune with a glare from his wife. “what’s her name?” The husband asked. “I was thinking FengHuang, how about it?” The wife replied looking at the baby girl. “yes FengHuang it is, our little fire bird”

And so it was on this day, in year ???? That the soul was reborn.