“Come on, wake up.” My grandma gently shook me awake the sun shining brightly across my face. I felt my grandma's warm breath that always smelled of chocolate chip cookies. I sat up and watched her put her long white hair in a bun before she laced up her muddy hiking boots and straightened her green plaid shirt. I noticed her bright sunset orange necklace giving off an odd glow, almost as if it were the actual sun. The pendant resembled a sun, the greek god Apollo’s symbol. There was a rustle in the woods. “We aren’t safe here. Here you should text your mom that we are okay and heading for England.” When she had seen the look of confusion on my face she said, “Your mom will understand. Now grab some fish and get in the boat.”

I did as she said and walked down to the small rowboat in which we would use to magically get to England. As I stepped into the boat I saw a small, bright orange bird smaller than my hand, un-moving on the shore of the lake. I pointed the limp baby bird out to my grandma. “Holy crap.” She whispered. I walked slowly towards it, as not to alarm the small bird. Slowly, and with little hesitance, I reached out and touched the bird softly with my pointer finger. I was thrust back with such force I was happy to have only a few cuts from the rocks. The bird had burst into sunny yellow flames. Left was only a small heap of ashes lying on the place the bird had been moments before. Panic set in. I scooped up the gray dust and threw it into my bag before it could be blown away by the slight breeze. This was too odd. I staggered and shakily pointed to the spot it used to lay “Is- is that..? The bird.. like, a real Phoenix?” My grandma shrugged.
“C’mon, let’s go. So much for you to learn, yet so little time."
Whatever that meant. There was no real time to get ready, I was still in my pajamas, but we had to get moving.