This is the telling of the tale of a great bird of fire who had once lived in my world, guarding the people and helping guide them through the long nights into the rising dawns. Their greatest enemy was a great wolf, whose white eyes slid across the sky when the sky turned black, watching them, always waiting.
The people were so frightened and they continuously asked the great fire bird to destroy the great eyes so that they might sleep soundly at night, for not even the fire bird's protection was enough to protect all the people throughout the night - which the people knew when the eyes turned red, signifying the wolf had caught his prey.
At first the fire bird refused, insisting it was better for him to remain, but one night the eyes turned red, and in the morning the fire bird discovered that the wolf had taken his the one person he loved most in the world. Enraged, the fire bird left the people in search of the wolf to extract vengeance.
But the wolf was crafty, and closed his eyes across the sky so that the fire bird could not follow them and find him. After many days the fire bird turned back to return to his people, only to discover that the wolf had taken nearly all his people, leaving but a scattering to far apart from each other to realize what had happened.
Saddened, the fire bird began to weep in his nest in the great tree that had once guarded his people, his tears falling on the boughs. Where his tears fell, flowers bloomed, flowing softly, and once all had bloomed they created a great glow on the horizon, a beacon.
Yet that night the moon rose and the wolf's eye was open and the fire bird screamed in rage. He flew away from his tree, still glowing with its flowers, and flew into the sky, higher and higher, and until in his fury he struck the wolf's left eye, blinding him, and sacrificing his life at the same time.
And though the fire bird was gone, his tears remained in the tree, guiding the remaining people to its boughs and its protection. In the sky, the wolf's one eye remained, to weak now to hunt the prey the fire bird still protected with its light. To this day the wolf gazes at the people below, his eye turning dark when the fire flower blooms, unable to gaze upon their glow, and the people never forgot the sacrifice of the fire bird, who even in death protects them.
[He took a breath, finishing, and glanced at Kohran.]</sub.