"What is reincarnation?
The crimson-robed young woman's gaze swept across the small classroom. Though she appeared no older than twenty, the oppressive aura around her made even the air feel heavier. A faint, illusory image of blazing wings flickered behind her back.
A Burning Phoenix.
The children of the class sat in neat rows. They appeared to be nine years old, more or less, yet some bore the dignity of nobility, possessing significant presence among the other children. When their teacher's voice echoed, silence lingered, no one wanting to answer it.
Finally, a boy with emerald green eyes and golden hair raised his hand, "Isn't it when someone dies and is born again, Teacher Cornelia?"
"Indeed," Cornelia responded, her lips curling upward, "But it's not entirely right."
She walked between the desks, her crimson hem brushing the polished floor like flowing embers.
