Angel had always loved the mystery of the skies. She would watch the clouds roll in for the
storms for which Misty Mountain is famous. While everyone else would take shelter, she would
climb to the top of a curving hill and watch in awe as the foothills of Misty Prairie shifted and
changed under the weight of the mighty winds and thunder. It reminded her strongly of
overcoming the dangers her people faced in the wilds of Langlandia.
Her father Tristan always encouraged her fiery, fighting spirit. Though very kind, she would fight
for justice for the people in her village, even as a young girl. “Oh Angel, just breathe a little.”
Tristan would say with a grin. He called her that sometimes when she would become fired up
about something, and they would laugh together- he always balanced her passionate nature.
Angel found her calling in watching the wild animals of the prairie and forests roam the land,
and this posture won her a number of loyal beasts who saw her kindred heart. She had often
dreamed of entering the Langlandia competitions, to one day earn money for the people in her
struggling village. She began fighting with her beasts by her side, winning the respect of her
village and nearby regions.
The winds were whipping fiercely one evening, as she and her faithful unicorn were watching
the clouds roll in. Angel felt a sense of dread however, when the sky quickly turned a green hue.
She clasped her unicorn’s mane, and yelled, “You must go home now! Please, keep our family
safe.” She stroked his neck in comfort before she watched him turn away, his silver figure
disappearing in the coming rains. It was too windy to stay on his back, and she also somehow
felt she needed to stay.
Suddenly Angel heard a rushing sound, and saw a flash of white, blue and fire crash down
through the rain. In confusion, she began to run across the fields and rushing streams to the
helpless creature. There at the base of a small blossom tree lay a Sky Phoenix, breathing heavily
from the impact of the fall. She was shocked; she had thought the phoenix was just a legend.
She reached him, and he looked at her helplessly. She turned as she heard what sounded like a
lion’s roar, and saw what had caused the phoenix to be hurled to the ground: A tornado was
not far in the distance.
In the midst of the storm, a compassion and love filled Angel’s heart for the beautiful bird. He
was splendid, even in his broken state. She carefully scooped up the phoenix in her arms, and
holding him against her, ran to the nearby ravine. Her heart breaking, she felt she could die for
this phoenix; she had never seen something so beautiful. She felt there was something in him
that reflected her very nature. Stumbling and afraid, she slid down to the bottom of the ravine.
She covered him as the tornado passed them by, holding onto the nearby shrubs for what felt
like an eternity as the deadly winds threatened to tear her away. The phoenix looked at her in
that moment, and somehow she knew that they were stronger than the passing storm.
Angel knew her life would never be the same as she carried the phoenix home. Her life had just
shifted in ways she could not yet understand. She would find a way to heal this beautiful
creature, and hoped she would become his new home.
