A door opened with a storytale creak, the golden handle clasped by a smooth delicate hand with pink-painted nails, the lithe structure of a scarlet 'n gold winged elfmaiden gliding into the darkness-concealed room -- a violet scented candle being the only wan source of light. Glimpsing her diary with emerald eyes, she sat upon a chair weaved of ruby 'n gold, a rosebud smile brightening the pale visage as she caught the words of her diary.

"Phoenix Pinions..."