Eliza Quill. If I told you that this seemingly normal, 17-year-old girl living in the metropolis of New York, was a descendant of phoenix’s, or even was a phoenix herself you’d be surprised, astonished, and might not even believe it.
But what if I asked you to look a little deeper. In the way her onyx eyes flare into a fiery orange-red shade when she looks at or near the sun, so she avoids the sun altogether. Or the way you can see her body physically warm up and feel better when she’s near a fire, so she stays away from it at all costs. Or even her name itself.
Eliza, short for Elizabeth. She was named after the Great Queen Elizabeth I, who was referred to by William Shakespeare in his play, Henry VIII, as the Maiden Phoenix. Turns out, she wasn’t just named after the Maiden Phoenix because her parents were fascinated by the idea of phoenixes or the Queen. She was named after the Maiden Phoenix because this long-lived bird was ancestry. The symbolism of strength and re-birth was something that was in Eliza’s blood.
The phoenix was said to have become extinct thousands of years ago, some say that the legendary bird did not exist at all and that we had no proof of it being real in the modern world…Except we do. Eliza along with a few other rare people are the proof.
You see, all the creatures that you were told that were extinct or that didn’t even exist, were in fact real. The reason that they were ignored, forced to hide, was because the people didn’t want to accept it. They were afraid of believing the truth, so chose to sugarcoat it instead and live in a world that only what society thought was acceptable, was to be accepted. The only way a truth lives on is for it to be repeated, talked about, and normalized but those were all things that the people chose not to do. Hence, the phoenix, werewolves, vampires, sirens, and what not were forgotten. If they were ever talked about, it would be in the form of myths and ‘fairytales’.
What about the few people who do know about their true selves. That they are much different than the humans around them. Well, for starters, most of the young superhumans very rarely get a chance to fully transform, sometimes not at all. But a part of their actual selves stays with them, even in human form.
Take the Basilisk for example. Those people have the most compelling eyes, green in most cases, and have an ambition for greatness, they are the descendants of Basilisks. Basilisks can kill with just a single look, much like the people who have dark, deep eyes in what you feel as if drowning, which gives them a perfect upper hand to take you off guard, or they who spend their time researching about the deadly cobras of the jungle. They are also the ones who greatly admire tradition and customs. Their admiration for power and control is a trait passed on from one generation to another.
Just like Eliza Quill being a phoenix, Magnus Sawyer is a basilisk. Unlike Eliza, Magnus had great control over himself and was proficient in hiding his 'monstrous’ self. The two of them, along with every supernatural creature they ever knew, were always taught from a young age that the bestial part of them, the monstrous part of them, was a curse. It was always considered as one.
In a way, the descendants of the once-powerful and mighty creatures of the world sided with the humans. Most agreed to stay hidden in the shadows of fear and neglect in order to save their skins, while the others who wanted to stand up for themselves and their kind were brutally silenced.
Not silenced by a verbal warning nor a forewarn of caution, but instead silenced by a stream of blood dripping down the body of a child who believed that his voice had a meaning. Silenced by the people whose families had to come to the morgue to identify their bodies, because they believed that their voices would be heard.
Innocent blood was spilled that night, more than any other, because of fear. Fear drove the neighbor to kill neighbors in order to save their skins. That night would always be remembered by all supernatural creatures around the world, yet still, no one had the courage to talk about it openly.
So, that’s where our story begins. When one young child finally dared to talk about 'the night of sacrifice’.
A/N : The rest of the story can be found on my profile as well as on Wattpad under the name A Dying Fire.(It’s a Work in Progress)