Even though this was all to scary, he did not flee. No. This was too beautiful to run away from. His feet carried him almost to the base of the tree, where he stopped and took in the sight one more time. What was this? Was it..a new start? A blessing? An answer to all his hopes and dreams? He did not have the heart to believe in such things, but hope does not die without a fight.
His body suddenly relaxed and a little smile crept into his face as he drew his gaze upwards. The phoenix. The animals. Silver and gold. He would carry this sight to his last day and beyond. "Thank you" he whispered as he lowered his head to the point where his forehead rested against the tree. "Thank you for showing me that beauty still exist and that it is worth fighting for"