My childhood was the best that anyone could have. Everyday was full of laughter and surprises. I was an only child for a while, but then GummyPuppy decided to adopt me a brother. We went to the Neopian Pound and tried to find the perfect match. It seemed like we were there for a long time. Then I heard it: the soft sound of an acoustic guitar. I followed the music, and it led me to a lone Buzz sitting in the corner, slowly strumming his guitar. I asked for his name and he said, "The name's Boomer." He had the biggest smile on his face. I knew then that he was the one. He was my brother.

Boomer came home with us and he and I spent many hours together. We would play army in the bushes around our house. I loved Boomer, he was the best big brother ever. Soon my sister, Walaski, and younger brother, Agumon, joined the family. I loved my family more than you can imagine. (You can read more about my family in my "Family" section!)

As I grew older, I started to feel attracted to a female Pteri that I knew. Her name was Tarah (full name of Tarah_Cute, and let me tell you, she WAS cute! ^_~), and she was a brilliant green Pteri with a unique, bubbly personality. She and I spent a lot of time together, and eventually started dating. We fell in love and decided to marry.

After we had been married for a few months, I was blessed with two adorable babies. Pumpkin_Diva. was the first to hatch, and she is a red pteri that was quiet, but always ready for fun! Next popped Tawnya_Sweet. She is a blue pteri, just like her daddy! ^_~ Next, our two youngest set of twins were born. Two boys, Aidin (a very rambunctious yellow pteri) and Jallican (a mellow but brainy green pteri). I loved my four kids more than anything in the world. I wanted to give them everything.

I was surrounded by a great family, a loving wife, and four great kids. Nothing could make my life a misery. It was so perfect…or so I thought.

Tarah's death was very sudden. I was left all alone with four children. Our family had been shattered. With the love of my life now gone forever, I was challenged with raising our four chicks. They were all very good to me. We were all greatly impacted by Tarah's death, but the children grew strong everyday, and now are living with wonderful owners.

Though I tried to hold my head up high for the children, inside I was an emotional and mental train wreck. After the children moved out, I found it hard to complete everyday tasks. I even found it hard to get up in the morning. I didn't see any point. I felt as though I had been trampled by a herd of buffalo, and left to die in the wilderness. I didn't care though. The love of my life was gone. The only thing that kept me going was the joy I got from seeing my four wonderful kids grow into the amazing pterii that they are.

Sorrow and loneliness swept over me, and my family became very worried about me. I secluded myself, and spent most of my time just lying in the nest that Tarah and I made together.

One day, my aunt, Aunt Rose, dragged me out of my tree. She told me to go visit the Fire Faerie, and tell her my problem. I was a little confused by this. What could the Fire Faerie possibly to do make me feel better? To get my aunt to stop bothering me, I set out for Hestiamaia's Volcano. This was where Hestiamaia, the only Fire Faerie that I knew of, dwelled.

It seemed like the hike to the top of the volcano took ages. I was exhausted. When I finally reached the top, I was blinded by a wall of fire that shot straight up from the mouth of the volcano. I quickly looked a way and covered my face with my wing.

"Who are you and what do you seek?" Asked a mysterious voice. I trembled a little, and uncovered my face. I was staring into the face of a beautiful faerie with auburn hair and dazzling brown eyes. In fact, she reminded me of my aunt, the one who had sent me on this journey in the first place. She was floating above the mouth of the volcano where the wall of flames had now vanished.

I collected myself, and quietly responded, "My name is Zazu, and I have come for your blessing."

She searched me with her eyes, brows furrowed. Without her eyes leaving mine she said kindly, "Tell me your story."

So I began the story of my life, very close to the one you are reading right now. I couldn't help but let some tears fall when I talked about my beloved wife. When I had finished my tale, Hestiamaia was quiet. She did not speak for several minutes.

She looked at me with kindness and compassion in her eyes. She spoke to me, "I see that there is patience, gentleness, sympathy, and love in your soul. You have an essence about you that is very rare indeed. Therefore, there is something I can do for you. But it is a big decision, and you must choose wisely. I alone contain the power to make extraordinary transformations. I can change what I wish into creatures of fire. You have potential to make a wonderful Phoenix. I can change you into a phoenix, but I must tell you what this will entitle.

"You will be born anew, starting a new life, forgetting what you wish to forget, and remembering what you wish to remember. You will be blessed with wonderful magical powers, but will also be cursed with immortality.

"You must choose quickly, and choose wisely, as you will only be offered this opportunity once. Refuse it and it will be lost to you forever. Choose it, and I will recreate you, give you powers like my own."

I hesitated. This was a big decision. Forget what I wanted to forget? Remember what I want to remember? It sounded like just what I needed. I agreed.

The beautiful faerie smiled gently at me. I closed my eyes and felt a burning sensation rise within me. Then I felt my feet lift from the edge of the volcano. Then I was being lowered into the volcano. But I wasn’t scared, the flames tickled me and felt refreshing.

When I was finally completely covered in the steaming, bubbling magma, I felt my mind clear. All of the thoughts in my mind seemed to be streaming out.

When I emerged from the mouth of the volcano I was completely different. My blue feathers had been replaced with beautiful scarlet and gold plumage. My pterodactyl tail turned into streaming, long tail feathers. I had done it. I was a phoenix.

I flapped my new enormous wings and soared above the volcano. I looked for Hestiamaia, but she was no where in sight. I never got a chance to thank her.

Since my transformation, my life has been very different. I cherish every moment of life, and use my magic to help those in need. I no longer dwell on the tragic death of my love, but instead cherish all of the wonderful memories I share with her.