Deep in the Viridia volcano's ashes, the blinded fire bird was nestled amongst a pile of volcanic rocks which had protected its golden-yellow unborn young, making a heated nest. The creature breathed deeply, its flaming feathers giving a dim, warm glow as it guarded its nest. Its beak opened and closed frequently, scenting the surroundings for any dangers, and it thought about the young flame bird inside its egg. The egg shifted under the weight of the pheonix uneasily, as the unborn hatchling could sense the worry that its mother hoarded. It knew that its mother's form was slowly diminishing. The blind pheonix cawed, much like a raven diving in for the already dead kill, and it spread its wings slowly until the tips of its wings charred the sides of the volcanic cave.

The fire bird was once revered by the tribes of Viridia. They worshipped the pheonix as their fire god, which rose from the ashes and brought them the gift of fire, helping the humans live by eating cooked food. This, would be another fantasy when read by a modern day youth, but in fact, it is very real.

The pheonix, blinded by its age as it was a few hundreds of millions of years old, dwelled in the heart of Viridia's only dormant volcano. It nestled amongst the hardened lava in the volcano. The pheonix's clouded orics, which once sparkled with the luminous orange flame that signified its youth, was now a pure alabaster white, and its health was failing it badly.