You can only see him when he passes the moon, he spreads his wings, starlight is captured by the darkness in his wings. A beak, black as pitch, like even the sun can’t even show light on him, until… BAM! His stubby body is ignited with a bright, green Fire. It was almost like conflagration on a living creature. Within seconds it’s flammable feathers turn into ashes and plummet to the Earth, like grey snow. A burning feather, floating to the ground, almost disintegrated from the immeasurable heat, lands on the cool grass, slowly burning it’s inanimate life away until all of it has become nothing. The cause of this tragedy? Fire Magic.