The story of how Pheonix came to be.

It is believed, back to when he encountered his first, and most bitter winter, He watched as his family and forest perished.
The Sun looked down upon him with bewilderment in the spring, it's first, most warming ray falling upon him and scorching him to see if he would survive intense heat. By a stroke of luck, he did, and when the sun pulled back it's licking flames and forced them upon the ground near him, the snow melted in a perfect circle, leaving a huge, glittering and almost blindingly bright scarf lying upon the ground. Intrigued by the scarf, he ran to it with curiosity and found it as his.
This scarf held a magical entity that allowed him to almost never age. And with each life he has lived, 5oo years pass by him. When he finally grows completely black and too old to to do much of anything, he catches on flames and dies out as a pile of ash. As figured, he is reborn again from his ashes.