You duck into one of the rooms to hide from Tress. As you enter you're immediately met with a strong smell. It smells like something's been burnt recently. Walking forward you look around and see that various things in this room are either burnt or melted. You get an idea who's room this is and sure enough you see her in the corner. Its Phoebe, the phoenix harpy. She really is flat out insane. She uses her flame powers to start fires and burn anything she can. Now that you look around more you see that some things are charred, but not completely ruined. You guess the staff made some of things in here fire proof, but that didn't stop her from trying. Knowing that this is a very dangerous place to be you try to head back to the door. Just as you reach however a small wall of fire springs up and blocks your path. You then hear a chuckle from behind you. "Heheheheheheh." You feel the ground shake from the harpy's approach as you take off running.
Now that the door is blocked you really don't know where to go. All you can hear is the booming stomps and laughter of Phoebe. Your first thought is to hide under the bed but you find that impossible. Her bed is just the mattress sitting on the floor, as she burned the bed frame to ashes. Turning in another direction you search for another way out. As you run a small fireball is thrown into your path. You scream and stumble backward . You fall onto you butt and then scramble to your feet and start running again. The result is the same though. Wherever you go you're met with flames in your path. Phoebe is just toying with you! The endless flames are made even more frightening by the laughter of the phoenix filling the room. Eventually you begin to get tired and stumble to the ground. You sit there and shiver in fear as the gigantic harpy walks over to you.
Phoebe picks you up and brings you up to her face. You can see the sadistic smile on her beak as she looks you over and laughs menacingly. You can't even speak as you stare into her eyes. Your attention is shifted to her hand as she lights a small flame on the tip of her finger. She chuckles and then....
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