Chapter Text
3RD POV, SOMETIMES SWITCHING TO 1ST
Y/N bowed and thanked the villager for their payment. They stepped out the door and into the cold. The sun had set around this time, leaving no clients out in the open;
It was time to go home.
Y/n sauntered back to the edge of the village, finding their stallion waiting. "Greetings carly." Carly huffed and stomped her hoof in in return.
"Ahh how I've missed you girl! Some of those villagers are quite rude." Y/N complained, hugging their horse.
"Right then, let's find a place to settle for the night." they stepped up onto the saddle of Carly.
Grabbing their lead, the two headed out into the snow.
*a few minutes later*
The storm grew around them, layering the ground in a thick blanket of white. The air bit at y/n's lungs, leaving a dry metallic taste on their tongue.
In the distance appeared a large cabin- or maybe two? The home was quite large, with a small bridge in the middle, from what y/n could see.
Carly whined from the cold, galloping faster toward the house.
"Carly slow down! We're almost home I promise, we must keep moving." Y/N pleaded. But the horse did not listen, and bee-lined for the cabin.
"We don't know who's in there, Carly, we can't!" Despite their cries the stallion approached the home, hopping the fence and slowing upon arrival.
"Aw geez.." Y/N sighed as they dismounted their horse, pulling out an apple from their satchel. "Here you go girl." feeding the horse
A creak can be heard from a door above.
"Hello? Who's out here?" what seemed to be a British man, called. Carly huffed loudly, announcing their presence.
Y/N could only see the shadow of the man, displaying his wings and hat.
"Oh gods uhm.." y/n mumbled.
"Hello, I'm sorry to invade your home sir, but my horse-" Y/N glares at Carly,"-Couldn't make the way home. Is it alright if she stays in your stable for a bit? I'll stay outside, no worries I-"y/n rambles nervously as the man walks down the stairs to meet them.
" Oh! Of course you can Mx.. uh..?" He asks of their name.
" Mx. Y/N!" they answer, examining the Elytrian man ( birdman :D)
"Why yes, Mx. y/n! Be wary of my friend's horse in there, Carl doesn't like new people." he laughs.
"Will do- and thank you, uh, Phil. I appreciate it." Y/N smiles.
Philza nods and heads up the stairs," You are welcome to come inside as well, Mx. Y/N."
"I'll be there in a minute, thanks." they reply.
Carly is already stomping towards the stable to meet this so-called Carl. Carl whines; maybe in greeting, maybe telling Carly to go away, Y/N couldn't tell.
Tying Carly to a lead in the stable, y/n waves her horse goodbye," Play nice Carly, I'll see you in a bit."
y/n makes their way up the stairs, noting the slippery steps as they walk.
Opening the door, Y/N was hit with the warmth of a fire, smelling its burning embers as she stepped in.
"Hello!" Y/n greeted the blonde man, who seemed to be looking for something in his collection of chests.
"Come in, come in! Would you like some soup?" Phil gestures to the wooden bowl if mushroom soup in his left hand.
"Uhh, no thank you." Y/N politely declined, having just met the man.
Y/N looked around the cabin, turning around to find a portrait of a man.
He looked similar to Philza, except with brown hair and brown eyes instead of blonde and blue.
The expression he wore wasn't a happy one; he stared blankly, looking in y/n's direction.
Y/N chose to ask about it later, and rather to ask," How long have you lived here, Phil?"
"Just around a year or so, maybe longer. During the time of 'Manburg', my friend had built his own home, the cabin next door. Soon, I too joined him; building my home along side his own." Phil reminisced happily.
"Manburg, huh? I never liked that Jschatt guy. Always got on my nerves about telling his fortune." y/n complained.
"Telling his fortune?" Philza questioned, turning to his guest.
"Ah, yes. You see I am a soothsayer of sorts, telling fortunes and futures; that kind of thing." They chuckled.
Phil laughed," do you really? I don't suppose these fortunes are accurate are they." He smirked cheekily, sitting in front of y/n.
He gestured for them to take a seat as well, which they did.
"On the contrary, Phil! I can see your past, present and future, as odd as it sounds." Y/n states proudly.
"I'll believe it when I see it, Mx. Y/N." Phil crossed his arms.
"Would you like to? I have no issue showing you. All I need is your name, blood type and age!" Y/n smiles.
"That seems shady, doesn't it? Asking for my blood type?" Phil chuckles once more, obviously amused my y/n's profession.
"True, but it's the info I need in order to tell you what your next meal should be." Y/n winked and laughed, Phil joining them.
" ah alright, might as well. My name is Philza Minecraft, I am uhh..," he paused for a moment," 433 years old, and my blood type is B I think." He chuckles quietly. (IM GUESSING SINCE CANONICALLY HES CENTURIES OLD)
" oh don't be embarrassed phil, I'm centuries old myself. Not as old as you, though." Y/N laughs.
(Yes you are old if u don't want to be then u can ignore it lol)
"Really? You don't look a day over 100." Phil jokes.
You both laugh. It seemed you'd become friends, even in such a short time. Maybe it was because of your old ages, or appreciation for degrading jokes.
"A warning to you, Phil. These tellings come out as poems or riddles, I can't really control it." Y/n sighs
"Take your time mate, it'll be a while before the storm lets up." Phil's replies.
Pulling out a book and quill from their satchel, y/n prepares to write the fortune.
With a short thank you, y/n puts their head down. They began to think about the information Phil gave them.
'Philza Minecraft, age 331, blood type B.'
The voices grew louder and louder as y/n spoke in their head.
( warning this rhyme is long)
The voices began to speak, the words flowing out of y/n's mouth as they repeated rhyme,
"The groom of death and ally of blade
A free bird of wisdom, once stuck in a cage
His sun has fallen, set to rise another day
the free bird himself, watches his light decay
A kingdom of ruin is where he stands
The blade by his side, a paired contraband
For now he runs home, a trail of frail feathers
Scattered and broken, he hides from the weather
Again the sun rises, a smile in its wake
A hard decision, this bird has to make
To be or not to be,
to fly long enough to flee
Or to fight alongside the boar, the book ,and the baker
All this for the sun, and his kingdom of ashes
Set fire by its maker
A destruction of the masses"
Y/N finishes the rhyme, coming out of their trance.
Looking up to Phil, he sits their stunned,"how did you..but.." there were tears in his eyes.
"Was this sun very important to you?" Y/n asked softly.
"Ah, yes. My son, Wilbur." He looks to the picture above the door y/n had seen earlier.
"The president of old L'Manburg? He was your son?" Y/n looked at the picture sadly.
They'd met Wilbur before, when passing through the city. He'd been looking for someone, so they'd hadn't had a chance to talk.
"Yes, that's him. I could never get him to listen to me. The boy went mad with power, destroying his own nation." He sighed sadly.
"So I'm guessing you believe me now?" Y/n tried to lighten the mood.
"Oh yes, of course! You have an odd power, Mx. Y/N. Very odd indeed" he chuckled.
"Alas, that is the price of my gift. No one believes me until they see it for themselves." Y/n smiles
"How do you do that anyway? You've lived long enough to know about L'Manburg, and you could just be guessing the last bit." Phil questions, a inquiring look on his face.
"Ah, you'll just have to trust me on that one Phil. We aren't close enough to share secrets yet, now are we?" Y/N smiles.
"I suppose you are right, but I'll find out one day! I promise you that, Mx. y/n!" Phil says confidently.
"Please Phil, call me Y/N, no need for formalities anymore." They smile, amused by Phil's enthusiasm.
"Alright Y/N. Am I allowed to take that paper, too? I'd like to show my friend how accurate you are. He'll get a kick out of this I'm sure." Philza laughs.
"Of course Phil, this fortune isn't mine." Y/n laughs with him.
Soon the storm let's up,m just enough for y/n and Carly to head home.
"I suppose I'd better be on my way Phil. It was truly a pleasure meeting you, I do hope to see you again soon." Y/N gets up to leave, Phil walking them to the door.
"Farewell y/n! Safe travels! See you- oh look!" Phil interrupts himself, pointing behind you to a figure in the distance.
Y/N turns around, seeing the figure trident to a small pond in front of the cabins.
"Hey techno! Meet our new friend, y/n!" Phil skips down the icy stairs excitedly, standing next to y/n.
"Techno? As in Technoblade?" Y/n looks toward phil.
"So you've heard of me, hm?" A deep monotone voice greets y/n's ears.
Y/n turns to look at Technoblade, eyes wide in awe. "Of course I've heard of you, the 'mighty blood God'" Phil smiles at their response.
They examine him for a moment, as does Technoblade. To the two, this moment seems perfectly normal; to Phil, this is just awkward.
"Ah, hello? What's up with this staring contest?" Phil laughs.
"Hm? Oh sorry, it's just.." Technoblade starts.
"I can't help but feel like I remember you. Oddly, I don't know where from." He raises his brow.
"Ah it's at the tip of my tongue!" Y/n exclaimed, having too recalled Technoblade from someplace.
"Maybe you two can figure it out inside? It is freezing out here!" Philda laughs as he turns to head indoors.
"I'll have to find out another day, as I said I'd ought to be going now Phil. I don't want to overstay my welcome." Y/n smiles.
"Ah no worries! Plus, im sure Technoblade would love to hear about your fortune telling!" Phil claps his hands excitedly.
"No it's alright Phil im sure-" y/n is interrupted by a breathy laugh.
"A fortune teller? What, are you gonna hand me a fortune cookie or something?" Technoblade laughs at y/n.
Y/N crosses their arms. "No, but I'll give you a knuckle sandwich if you'd like, Mr Blood God." They retort.
"Ooo y/n I don't think you want to fight this battle. Techno is NOT someone you want to mess with." Phil chuckles knowingly.
"I think I know that Phil, though it'd be very informative to fight with the blade." Y/n laughed with him.
Then it clicked
"AH! Thats where I remember you from! Sparring!" Y/n pumped a fist in the air.
"..what?" Phil questioned.
Then Technoblade remembered.
"Ooooohhh, yeah I remember beating the crap out of you. You were like-" Technoblade brought his hand down to his stomach.
"This short! Even now you are still tiny." Technoblade chuckled quietly.
"You can't be talking, we were the same height. AND I beat you plenty of times!" Y/n crossed their arms.
"I find that hard to believe!" Phil laughed.
"It's 2 against 1, y/n. Overrule." Technoblade states.
"And you are still mean? C'mon man! I thought you would be nice to me once you remembered." Y/n sighed sarcastically.
"No special treatment for you, Trip." Technoblade smirks evilly.
That name brought back even more memories of the temple.
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WHICH WILL BE DISCUSSED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Thank you for reading, expect a second chapter in the span of a month.
Yeah, a month. 😭