Dust swirled between the combatants, and the ever-present heat made the air ripple with hotness. Blood splashed in some places, its scarlet color looking almost noble on the gray-yellow sand. After Nane had just knocked down his opponent, he looked around with dread in his eyes - his fellow soldiers were dying. This meant defeat. Again.

  He clenched his fists digging his fingers into his skin almost to the blood, because he knew it was over. That he was about to die, just like the rest of his fellows. That he would lose in this meaningless battle, the sense of which he was already no longer believing in.

  And then he saw it. The aura of majesty along his tail's ribbon was breathtaking. The others noticed it too. All of them, like one man, stopped fighting for a moment and raised their heads to the sky. It was definitely him - the Firebird, the symbol of justice and freedom. There are few who have seen him with their own eyes, but stories about how it appears revolve everywhere and are known even to children. Because he appears as the last hope for those who really need it.

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  Nane did not hold back tears of happiness - it was a sign. The future is painted in bright colors.

  The rebellion will triumph.

  Even as he lay on the sand in a pool of his own blood, he did not stop smiling.

  The rebellion will triumph…