The war cry of the Phoenix
Rose sounded through the ancient passageways of the Templus de Ambros. In
surprise, Kaiser Rudolpho Imler stood up from his giant office chair. As per
the regular maintenance of the Kingdom of Poterit Don, Imler had been going
over public project reports with his Public Works advisor, Craig Archer. The
two men stared at each other, neither quite knowing what to make of the noise.
In Kaiser Imler’s many years of living in the Templus de Ambros, he’d heard the
war cry only once when he was eight years old. The hair on the nape of his neck
rose as he rushed to the window to look into the Gryphon Gardens. Craig Archer
dropped decorum and stood on Imler’s right, also staring out the window.
Through the dark, they saw the Phoenix above the Rose screaming as she flew in fiery
figure eights.
“What’s she doing?” Archer asked.
“Calling us to war,” Imler said while
still staring at the pissed off Phoenix.
