The year is 1836 and phoenix-girls, are nearly extinct as a result of poaching them for their fire-like feathers. There's about 100 left. You were taking a nice morning stroll through the forest by your lodge. You were walking until you seen a waterfall. You sat on the ground and enjoyed the view. Before long, you seen a blur of orange and what looked like fire, dart through the sky. It looked like it hit the ground. You dashed to it's general area, and found her, lying on the ground.