"The White Phoenix is an outcast, she does not belong; She burns too bright, she burns too strong;" My mother told me that nursery rhyme when I was little, and I never really understood what it meant to be a 'White Phoenix' until I came here. There's just something about burning feathers that make them so much more beautiful, don't you think?

My story is simple yet not. One of those weird ones you know? I love everyone of my friends and family, and I can never hate anything. Not even the mobs that threaten us. A day comes though that may just change my ways. Or not. Join me in my epic adventure of loss, gain, friendship, and the occasional disturbance from Herobrine. Happy Reading