The Phoenix Has Been Resurrected

Preface

“Good morning, Seraphina,” dad says, kissing my forehead. “Your birthday is coming up again. What would you like this year?”

“Peace,” I say quietly.

“Peace?”

“I want this war to end.”

“Alright,” he says, nodding in obvious understanding. “Would you like to do the honors, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

I could hardly remember the last time I had smiled as big as I had at that very moment. Finally, I think as I stand up from my chair, peace!