Chapter 24
When I opened my eyes again, it was another beautiful day. As I sat up, rubbing my eyes, something that flashed a brilliant gold floated to the ground. A closer look revealed it to be a phoenix feather. Even a single feather of Phoenix gleamed so radiantly–he truly was an arrogant bird who knew no humility.
But the bird himself seemed to have disappeared. I let out a breath of relief–now I no longer had to find an excuse for swindling him out of an extra 300 years of magic.
From the Eye of the Snail 