This allowed the fighter a few more moments of peace before resuming her duties come dawn. Deciding to take advantage of the moment, she opted to patrol around the city in order to gather intel before heading over to her happy place. If anything, gathering intel was simply an excuse to keep the Phoenix happy. She, on the other hand, hoped for small moments in which she could experience the freedom to do what she wanted,.Even if it were under the pretense of her “Master’s” duties. …Master.. The idea of it caused a look of disgust to sweep across her face. She hated the idea yet, there she was, following orders like a dog. Having no freedom to pursue her own desires nor being able to keep her thoughts to herself was something the fighter loathed. Yet, what could she do now that the contract was set.
She had already accepted it as the path Fate had bestowed upon her and, to that, she could do nothing more. She had not asked for it but the path the freedom fighter had chosen was by her own accord. It had been an answer to her prayers even if it wasn’t the ideal choice. Still, she could not bring herself to regret it. After all, her decision had saved the world she loved and, by becoming the Phoenix’s host, she was able to save countless more. She never felt any glory by it but she did feel comfort and peace knowing that she was able to stop the Phoenix from running rampant. If anything, the fact that she had chosen this path gave her the strength to keep on going despite the weight she felt at every waking moment.
Perhaps her life truly was meant to be chained and dragged down despite her entire being screaming at her to break free. Yet, unlike the namesake she had donned, she herself could never be free. Not as long as the being that she housed continued to crave power, chaos, and so much more. All in all, perhaps this was why she had chosen to be consumed by the being and serve as its host. Still, some could say it was inevitable but she had hope. Even if she could never be free to pursue and act upon the desire to escape. Yet, for some reason, she truly believed that there was an important piece of information calling out to her.
Although the feeling was not always there, she could feel the tiniest of tugs in her memories whenever she walked through a place that felt eerily familiar or heard a phrase that would trigger a reaction. It called out to her to remember. Yet, no matter how tempted she was to explore this fleeting sensation, the Phoenix would always pay her a call. Today, would be no different. ”Pay it no mind…” A voice lulled almost as if it were the tiniest of whispers washing slowly into her mind. It was a sensations that could be describes almost as if it were a call to the edges of her consciousness. More of a feathery kiss so to speak. ”What you have lost is no longer of importance.”
The Freedom Fighter closed her eyes in order to appreciate the warm sensation the more than familiar voice brought her. Tingles ran up her spine as the voice slowly succumbed into the edges of her mind, coupling soon after with the numbing sensation of the incoming wind of Gotham City. “Is it because I died?” A soft chucking ticked the edges of her consciousness. ”No, child. It is because you were reborn to be something greater.” With that, the voice seemed to slither away almost as if had never existed in the first place. It signaled that the Phoenix was done talking causing slight irritation to creep in. Still, all the woman could do was sigh and let it go. After all, it was always the same thing and she had grown tired.
Stretching her arms high up into the air, she worked her muscles before flying into the night sky of the bustling streets of Gotham. Her feet barely made a sound as she sped through the rooftops of the unsuspecting inhabitants as her hair flowed with the wind. This had become a custom for her and, by now, her feet knew the way. It was not long thereafter that the freedom fighter stopped right in front of a cathedral. It was where she went to every night without fail. She never went inside yet seeing it brought her a sense of calm and peace. Gingerly taking a seat atop of the roof’s ledge, she let out a heavy sigh as she watched the church’s member come and go. Her guard down and body at rest, she felt as if she could be there forever. Little did she know, though, that a visitor would soon make an appearance.[/i]