"What was that you called me, Cassandra?"
"Ik blanches fenika -- the white phoenix." She nodded to a woman leaving her hut who nodded in turn. "It's what the Sinnsheft refer to the Agkelos as."
"But why a phoenix?"
"Every thousand years, the phoenix burns itself up and is born anew from its own ashes. In some respect, an Agkelos is born much the same way. You are made from the so-called ashes of the messengers before you, Silas, their knowledge and their insights." She pushed her dark mass of hair back over her shoulder, sweat glistening across her skin. "And well...."
He stopped walking and looked at her. "What?"
Cassandra shook her head. "It's an old wives' tale. It's silly to even mention it."
"I want to hear it," he told her.
She gave him a relenting look then said, "It's believed that the Agkelos is a phoenix, that in a moment of uncontrollable rage, he'll burst into flames and take flight."
"And this never happened to an Agkelos?"
"Not to this day." She smiled at him. "You needn't worry, Silas. I hardly think you'll turn into a bird any time soon."
"It's turning into a molten ball of fire that I'm worried about," he said.
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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!!
This actually isn't very new. I painted it almost exactly a year ago, but I've been revising it ever since. I probably won't ever be "finished" with this, but I wanted to share it with you all anyway. It was intended as the cover of my novel, and it's also the complete version of this piece here: [link]See more artwork with these characters:Time:
I have no idea actually haha sorry!Used:
Wacom Intuos5, Photoshop CS2
Cassandra, Silas, The White Phoenix, Artwork © *marianne-khalil