Pheonix stood in the middle of a large open field, surrounded on all sides why dense forests. He was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt and matching, loose fitting pants with black boots. His arms were crossed to his chest and his head tilted down with eyes closed. He was mediating while he waited for something. The wind swept lightly through his dark blonde hair, and was slowly picking up as a storm began to come in from the south. It would be dark soon... A perfect stage.