Years of learning, innumerable cleansing rituals and hours of final meditation had brought him to this. He rose from the grass mat as the manifestations faded and began his trip to the altar, draped in silk.

The instant night fell, he blazed, sunlike; the congregation gasped as the golden phoenix flame rose from his shoulders seemingly caressing his face.

The rumbling crescendo climaxed; a final burst of light; silently, darkness fell absolute; ashes tumbling to rest on the altar. Shortly a piercing cry rang out and a massive sunbird descended; grabbing something from the ashes it departed.

It was done.

This drabble brought to you courtesy of the drabble challenge provided by Scott James Remnant.

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