My history has taught me a few lessons. First and foremost is to have a way handy to adopt a disguise and slip away. Given what the Fates clearly have planned for me, I am rarely far from pieces of a disguise.
It started innocently enough.
A few pranks, a little harmless fun.
Next thing I know, we are scattering to the four winds, running and hiding from the angry mob carrying pitchforks and torches.
The had taken the innocent events as evidence of something larger, and decided that burning the unknown was their best course. The unknown being, of course, us.
It didn’t help that we had also held ourselves somewhat aloof from the locals. When it came time to light torches, there was no one in the mob willing to risk their own lives or safety to defend us.
That night amid the fires and the hangings I realized that I had to disappear.
And so I did.
I have never returned, at least not in the form I was known then and there.
From those fires rose the phoenix I have become.