Phoenix

"There it is!" He exclaimed to his sister. "Wow! Its so beautiful!" she said. The Phoenix. The very symbol of rebirth.
The bird had given these siblings new lives. They had been killed in a dreadful accident. Too painful for words.

Their mother and father prayed every night after their children died. They prayed for The Phoenix to give them back the jewels in their life; Their children. The mother and father held each other, telling each other that their children would be returned to them. They meant the world to them. Days passed... Weeks moved... but the parents did not sway from their resolve.

Exactly one month had passed. They still didn't give in. They knew that their children would be reborn. They knew it. They had faith in it. Then, right before their evening prayer, they heard laughter. They knew whose laughter that was too. Every parent knows their children's laughter.
They ran outside, only to see two glowing orbs of light in the distance, and the Phoenix in the distance, all seeming to run towards these two adults. What felt like hours, took minutes. The children ran and ran, until they were in the embrace of their mother and father again. They didn't have any words to describe how thankful they were, but the bird wouldn't have heard them anyway. He had already left; to go to its nest and slowly die... into a new Phoenix.

The family eventually moved on and grew up, but never forgot how a bird, a fairytale to some, or even a myth; had saved them.

The brother and sister never questioned how they came back into this world, because they knew. They knew that they had been saved. Every afternoon, around dusk, you can find this family eating their dinner out on their lawn overlooking the valley. Ever so often, they'd see the Phoenix.
The myth, the fairytale, the bird.

Dedicated to Shannon. I love you.