Trust me: The Final Tale of Phoenix the Ashen

When Phoenix woke up he momentarily lost senses. The previous day had condensed itself
Into a blur of events. What he knew was that he was on the grass. And he didn't want to leave it. That is until he heard James on the staircase. Phoenix scrambled up, his robe straddled on either side of his body, only his bare chest and pants showing for the first time. But the real surprise were the markings along his skin, branching up in the center and spreading once reaching the clavicle bone, what James didnt notice about them were that they were actually blood vessels. James mouth was slightly gaped for the time as he looked at Phoenix and his underground garden, it'd been the first time he'd ever seen the door open and his curiosity got the best of him. To most people it would come as a surprise to find such life in a dark place where sunlight could not reach. Phoenix had been hiding this from him for a long time and james didn't look too surprised. Phoenix had little knowledge of the outside world. All the factors of his lack of knowledge and the years of companionship with Young James placed further puzzlement and disruption on Phoenix's face at the sight of a gun pointed at him. The only word that ceded the silence was a silent "finally" from James's mouth. After that a large bang sound and darkness crept to Phoenix's vision.

James left the scene knowing the FRS would eventually discover the body, anybody nearby would have heard the gunshot. He left the scene in a slight Jog, disappearing into the trees across from the monastery. The only records of him being there has been destroyed, all that remained was his name in the books, a fake name that he'd used before, James Addler.