Phoenix looks up, he senses something.  'Powerful magic', the boy thinks.<br/>"Dad!" he calls out, "I'll be going, I have something to do."<br/>"Really? It is not like you. Normally you stay home, because you are afraid people will see your mother's inheritance."<br/>Phoenix nods, "I know, but you know mother's other gift. Somebody has the same gift. More powerful, I need to know if it's a danger to others. My powers, I'll vowed on my mother's memory that would use these gifts for good."<br/>Phoenix's father looks at his son, "Very well. You'll take the cloak, right?" handing the mentioned piece. He watches as his son's most noticeable attributes disappear in the cloak's confinement.<br/>The cloak's hood eats his son's head.<br/>Phoenix opens the door and starts walking towards the source of magical energy, using the teachings of his mother in sensing it to guide him.