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Phil was an old being. He had been alive for hundreds of years already having fallen in love with Lady Death herself and consequently being granted agelessness. He was not immortal, he didn’t heal extra fast, he could fall to sickness or poison or steel but he would forever look the way he had when she had decided to love him back. He supposed he had been- around thirty then? He had learned and adapted as time went on, being called The Angel of Death or Death’s Angel from his skill in survival and battle. The black wings had come after the name, another gift from the lady herself after he beat his first Ender Dragon. He smiles softly as he leans against the rich black garments of his wife. She laughs softly putting an arm around him and the crows scream, he sighs.
“Shut up chat!”
They quiet some, seeming to talk to one another now. The crows were another thing he was used to now. They had begun following him long ago, back when he first started adventuring. First it had been one, then two, then three, then suddenly it was five, then ten, small groups that gradually grew bigger as time went on. Now what had been one funky little bird was a murder that blocked out the sky like an apocalypse where the sun and stars suddenly cease to exist. When on the ground it looked like the waving fields of grass had turned black like the night sky and they never stopped making noise completely only went from a quiet, constant murmur to loud screaming, screeching, cawing, and mimicking of voices. Sometimes he would recognize voices and find out something useful but often the phrases or words or nonsense and or useless to him, unidentifiable. He had taken to calling them chat as they were always chattering and they seemed to like the name. He rubs his temples and Kristen laughs as one of the little black birds lands on her shoulder and proudly caws
“Mumza!”
Phil is bewildered but can only shake his head. He stands and stretches. He had to go meet Puffy at the docks before she left again.
“I’m off to say goodbye to Puffy before she leaves port again.”
Kristen nods and Phil takes off followed by the murder of crows.
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He lands on the docks as crows cover everything around him. He waves to the curly, white haired, syter captain and she waves back with a grin.
“Ello Puffy!”
“Hey Phil!”
“Just come to see you off.”
“That is appreciated Philza.”
“Do you know when you’ll be back?”
“Not this time I’m afraid.”
“Well I wish you safe journey either way.”
“Thank you.”
The short syter hugs her friend and Phil smiles patting her on the back.
“Goodbye captain, safe travels.”
“To you too sir adventurer.”
The two part ways, Puffy to her ship and Phil to his own home.
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