Outside, the ash begins to settle. A child stares, fixated on a hole in the ground into which his father has jumped. Reflected in his dark, syrupy eyes is the glowing bright blue and purple of Phoenix arising from the smouldering Earth.
"The legend of Phoenix is true," cries one man. "The Transitioner is here!". In one breath, the crowd gasps.
The man stood on the pavement shivering with terror - he had mentioned the 'S' word, so surely now he would be the very next prey of the Phoenix, as the monstrous bird covered him in breadcrumbs and dipped him in the bubbling pool of oil that was pushing its way up through the earth.
Instantly, he dropped the man to the side, his eyes seemingly aflame from within. Something had turned his decision.
From deep within his throat came a sound at once gutteral and symphonic. "I prefer the taste of Greek One," he glared, 'who's words have become foolishness, who dares to tread upon the souls of the defeated, who mistakes audicity for courage and who's humor is not well placed."
"Come, Greek One. Step into my parlour...if you dare."
Greek One held his position hoping no one would notice his trembling whiskers. The ex stepped to his side. "You leave my bust alone." She held her fist in the air and waved it at the Phoenix. Greek One looked sidelong with a barely perceptible grin.
"How did you get out of my bookcase?" she asked him.
Letters to the 'Times' she corrected him haughtily, turning back to face the Phoenix.
'You won't like the taste of this one, oh great redeemer of our planet, I guarantee that he will be stringy and tough, and that no amount of BBQ sauce will make his flavour any more palatable to a refined palate such as yours. You have the choice of the tastiest on the Earth, so let the Greek One live.
The great Phoenix flapped his wings thoughtfully and he looked down at the Greek One cowering behind his ex, trying to figure out which way the sex change had gone.
'I prefer Thai anyway and I never eat junk food' the bird said loftily, before he lifted off the pavement and flapped away across the city
Greek One's tastes in food were not so refined, however. He picked up a large rock and hit the phoenix right in the head.
A short time later, all the passengers were treated to a tasty BBQ, and because of the rejuvenating powers of the flammable bird, not only was charcoal not required, but the bird keep springing back to life, thus ensuring a never ending supply for all