After a few seconds that felt like hours, the feather rose back out and sat lightly on his chest, it's magical glow fading. It had failed. On the horrible realization that he was gone, a feral cry erupted from the crying pheonix beside him, flames and sparks encircling her, growing, growing.. Until a feral pheonix stood in her place, shrieking out another cry, mourning the loss of her brother and best friend. She knew he wouldn't want her to cry, but she couldn't help it.

Era is mine
Eyan isnt