Flying high over the vast desert, the phoenix noticed the distant fire of a campfire. He realized that the hour of a great life test had come, and he must steadfastly obey the dictates of fate.
The phoenix was significantly larger than all the eagles living in the world, and in terms of the beauty and brightness of its plumage it could not be compared with them. He soared majestically in the night sky on outstretched wings, and then began to descend towards the ground in wide, smooth circles. Once over the fire, he felt the flames greedily lick his feathers and burn his paws. Overcoming pain and remaining true to duty, the phoenix fearlessly fell into the fire.
The fire hissed, began to smoke and began to die out. But soon a tongue of blue flame began to emerge from the pile of ash, fluttering in the wind and stubbornly rising upward, as if it had wings.
This phoenix was reborn from the ashes to live again for five hundred years in the sky.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru