Character Concept 5

The firebird was hungry. It was always so hungry, these days. It cooed and cawed in its scorched corner, no longer satisfied with firewood. It was growing. It would wake soon in full and lead us in our quest against the cold and dark of the world. We would raze until every corner was alight.

Except it died. Despite what food I could give it, it died. There and gone as we slept. It will wake again someday, and I must be the one to find it.