IGNIS

ignis

fire

/ˈfī(ə)r/

combustion or burning, in which substances combine chemically with oxygen from the air and typically give out bright light, heat, and smoke.

"his house was destroyed by fire"

PROLOUGE
Before there was life, there was nothing.

Nothing to hear, feel, see, or touch.

Nothing to think.

The silence that had been seemed like it alway would be.

That was, before life came to be.

Soft sound was heard for the first time, falling upon previously-deaf ears. A gentle cooing, almost deafening, yet calming and somehow familiar. Thoughts began to come awake in a no longer dormant mind, not created with words, but with newly awoken feelings. Day in, day out, the churrs and huffs outside were heard almost constantly. They began to make sense. Words began to register, and although it was a one-sided conversation, whoever was speaking was never bored. Excited, actually.

"Come and meet me." It seemed to say.

But even though it was soothing to hear the motherly voice, it had to come to an end eventually. Soon, the small being felt the need to move. To see the world outside. It was cramped. Energy began to course throughout the tiny body, the once exhausting ordeal of simply shifting weight seemed to be done easily now. An overwhelming instinct to explore started with the biological need to get out.

It raised it's head.

And it brought it forward.

Hardly a dent.

But it wasn't common for something so powerful(well, maybe not yet) and determined to simply give up. It hadn't been biding it's time to simply stop.

Again.

Again.

Again.

This went on for quite some time, until-

Blinding light. Not that its eyes were open, but a shocking array of orange assaulted eyelids.

Regaining (nonexistent)composure, it opened its beak.

Peep?

A lumbering animal came forward. Without seeing, without introductions, it knew. This was its mother, the voice that had been speaking since they first became a living being.

"My child." She cooed, laying down next to the baby.

Stumbling out of it's egg, it took wobbling steps forward to the inviting warmth of its mother.

Its journey had just begun.