My name is Catherine West, I am a phoenix. My story begins in the middle, more or less, of the grand plot. I have been known by many names, have lived through many ages of this world and others. Technically, I was born during the Amarna Age of Ancient Egypt under the reign of pharaoh Akhenaten. When I was twenty three years old, a mother of three living children and wife to craftsman Tyi, a small child came to me in the market asking for help. I was known in the village as a healer, and this happened often so I thought nothing of it. He led me out of the village toward the reed marshes near the river. I heard a rustle behind me, and came awake some time later in a cave from a burning pain, blood seeping from a stab wound to my heart. A man was leaning over me, still holding the dagger that he’d just killed me with, it was still in the wound. “Awake phoenix, and arise, you are called to serve.”
After my first transformation, I was held bound in the cave by Arthur, the man who has killed and changed me every time since then. After I had calmed down and found a balance between reason and the sheer force of the power that was me, all the memories came rushing back. In order to define the need of my awakening, it is necessary to explain the politics of the world, the whole world. Each of the nine planets, yes Pluto still counts, is alive and populated, the reason no life has been found is because of the curtain walls that separate the worlds from one another. The curtain walls warp time and space, as well as the magic inherent in all life, thereby ensuring the safety of each world.
A long time ago, before the walls were erected, a great war broke out and destroyed almost all life on all the worlds, Pluto, in fact, was completely rendered devoid of all capability of supporting life; an entire planet and all the species on it, all life, was completely destroyed. It currently serves as a prison, for the more unruly and stubborn bad guys. A bastard son of one of the Kings joined a rebel force and with their help managed to forge an alliance with all the anti-war forces of the other worlds. This bastard son of a king was a half-breed, part fey and part elf, and therefore possessed of great magical ability, in fact he was the first phoenix. The Council, a fellowship of great wizards sought the rebels out and they set about planning a single, multiple-front attack on all the worlds, of such magnitude that the stunned worlds would recall their forces to face this new threat. A desperate gamble, but it worked. Once all the invading forces, or at least most of them, were returned home, the wizards and the rebel prince created the curtain walls, separating forever the worlds in a manner that would contain the malicious forces that could never be fully eradicated. The freedom-fighters took refuge in the wizard’s domain, a place outside of time and space, a place existing entirely within the realm of the Wild Magic, the same Wild Magic that is the curtain walls. Most of the freedom-army had elected to return to their home worlds, to help rebuild and go back to their lives, but a few chose to stay outside. These became the first Guardians.
The Guardians founded a small Kingdom of their own, ruled by a High King. Most of the people that live there, are civilians, innocents, and live more or less ordinary lives, though they live much closer to the magic than any other world. From among them, some are chosen at birth to become Guardians. Being chosen means that you are born with the gift of magic, the Wild Magic as part of your being, which allows you to cross the curtain walls and do some pretty interesting things besides. Since magic is still present in the other worlds, all except the world where Catherine West currently finds herself, it means that some who are also possessed of the Wild Magic and can therefore also cross the curtain walls are occasionally born, and often end up wreaking havoc and trying to bring down the walls in an attempt to dominate all life on all worlds. It is the sworn duty of the Guardians to prevent this from happening. The Guardians consist of the One, the Three, the Seven, and the Nine. The One is the High King, and he calls all the shots, is solely responsible for safeguarding the peace. The Three are the second most powerful Guardians, and consist of King’s Dragon, King’s Phoenix, and King’s Sphinx. The Seven are wizards, they oversee the upkeep of the curtain walls and generally keep an eye on all the worlds, keeping records of all that transpires and warn when a world-threatening event is about to occur. The Nine are the Knights, they are the ones sent into the worlds and see to the restoration of peace; they fight the bad guys and make sure they stop wreaking havoc. The Law of the Magic dictates that they don’t kill. What happens is that the magic they wield, allows them to ‘kill’ the bad guys in the home world, but it just transports them to Pluto. It is, however, possible for a Knight of the Nine to destroy an enemy, but for such an act, the consequences are severe.
This brings us to my particular situation. I was once the King’s Phoenix, second of the Three. There was an incident, and I was banished from court, they could not kill me and could not simply replace me, as there is only ever one phoenix in existence, only once the one is destroyed can another be born, and by definition I can be killed and reborn indefinitely, but can be destroyed completely, though only by destroying the jewel that is my heart. There have been several attempts to do so during my lives, but as yet none have managed to figure out how. The Guardians could not sentence me to death, could not keep me locked up on Pluto either, so instead banished me to the one world in which all traces of magic had been buried so deeply as to be inaccessible to any but those in whom the Wild Magic resides untarnished – born talent. I have lived many lives here, am awoken by Sir Arthur, Knight of the Nine, whenever there is need of my particular talents and sent back once the job is done. Usually that means Arthur kills me again, which resets the banishment and I am born again, oblivious, into the human world.