When the Druid Edge was a boy he lived with his family in a tower near the sea. On one twilight evening in Spring, the most fantastic thing occurred. While alone collecting mushrooms for tea, the wind began to stir and the clouds became colorful and swayed and danced.

A Phoenix descended.

Edge stood dumbfounded and speechless; though oddly not scared. Hovering in the air before him was a giant magical bird. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

The great bird appeared to be injured. Blood was stained upon her right wing. Edge called up to the bird, offering to help. He ran inside and gathered some of his mother's remedy vials. He then rushed outside, put them on the ground and silently backed away.

The Phoenix swooped down and scooped up the medicine with a huge talon. She then paused, looked at Edge, and appeared to smile with her eyes.

Flames swirled and in a heartbeat she was gone. A single feather drifted down from the sky. Edge caught it and cherished it. And he kept the feather with him always for the rest of his life...for it had powers beyond mere memory.

Entered by: 0xd165…3962 and preserved on chain (see transaction)