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It was a hard day. Believe him when he says it was. He just left the End for a day to get some resources like food from the overworld.
He didn't expected to get jumped by some invisible players. He just wanted to get back to his small base on the farthest islands of the End and relax for the rest of his days, away from all the trouble.
Yeah... he was going to do just that...
Headache. This was what it was. He just stepped through the End portal and this was the first
thing that greeted him. Thousands of books with some still in the bookshelves, floating around?...
What? HOW?
"Yo, Egg? Why our book shelves floating around? Did you do some wrong enchant or something?" He knew he was talking nonsense and nothing could explain this situation but he just wanted to keep what little was left of his sanity.
"Would you believe me if ı say ı have no idea? I genuinely thought it was your doing y'know. Maybe like an enchantment of the shelves to protect your favourite comics from the intruders or something." Egg answered from somewhere between the shelves, out of Minute's vision. Even though Egg's main body was out of his vision Minute could see his wings spread out on the floor behind some floating shelves.
Those shelves were way too far away, there was supposed to be no way for him to see Egg's wings that clearly and detailed from this distance. So the conclusion was that Egg's wings were way bigger than what they supposed to be like.
Egg had eight wings, more like three pairs on his back and a pair on the back of his neck where his neck and hairline met.His 3 pairs on his back was big, as he could use them to fly to places. The problem was, his wings on his back were... way bigger and larger than they normally were. Probably around two or three times its normal size. His normal wings were on the same size of an Elytra . Although he didn't use them that much.
Minute didn't know if Egg was aware of his own situation and possibly powers. Yes, powers. Minute has lived , read and experienced enough to say that Egg was definitely an Aether being of some sorts. He didn't know how exactly Egg was using his powers or what triggered him to use his powers but
He walked towards the massive wings and the closer he got, the more his hairs were standing on the ends. He felt the need to reach for his weapon, for hidden assassins ,for something or someone watching from the shadows. One more step towards Egg and the feeling of being watched intensified. Was Egg doing it? How? Was he watching him? Why wasn't he saying anything?
"Hey Egg? Can you see what ı'm doing right now?"
Egg's wings shifted behind him, more blue spots like the color of his eye appeared on his wings, These weren't always there, right? Minute would remember. What...?
"I can't look at you now dude. The lore in this book is needed. For the good of the server bro."
"Tell me more about the book Egg. I wanna know."
He wanted to know something else entirely but he needed to distract Egg so he wouldn't question what Minute would be doing.
"So, there is 4 layers to the world, not bedrock or deepslate. Like the 4 layers of..uhhhh ı don't have the words for it, you gotta imagine it yourself. So, the deepest part of the world goes as the Underworld. Where you know ghosts and dead go there. The spooky place we all know. "
Minute just nodded his head as he took a careful step towards Egg's massive wings. Trying to get a clear look on the small blue spots on the fluffy whiteness.
He tried to get a more clear look. There was like, black dots on them? Maybe small rocks that were trapped between his wings? Where even Egg found these rocks? As far as Mİnute was aware , Egg was trapped in the End , was waiting for Wemmbu to find a solution and get him out of the End. Back to the topic, there were nothing Blue in the End, maybe some diamonds he found around?..
Yeah, no. Diamonds were shiny yet this rocks(?) were matte. He touched one f them, at least tried before it closed white feathers around it. It almost resembled a blink..
What? Blink? He was not wrong, not now. That thing Blinked, literally.
Those blue spots he saw from the far on Egg's wings were all tiny eyes...
He raised a hand an waved at them, just to see if Egg could see through them or he would realize something was amiss. Few of the eyes crinkled like they were smiling , some moved with his hand wave, and some looked at him without emotion like an observer. It looked like every eye had their own mind, not connected to a shared one. Was Egg aware of this?
He waited for a while yet no reaction came from Egg. So he was not aware huh...Maybe it was for the best. Those powers, it was way too powerful and dangerous. The books probably started to fly with Egg's powers. Higher beings powers usually manifest when feeling a strong emotion, unleashing in an instant and catching the assaultant off guard.
He looked over at Egg , whose head was practically buried in his book, scribbling something to the paper in his hands. He was probably way too excited to find the book he was searching for and the joy bubbled out like this.
Of course Egg was happy he found the book he was searching for. Minute knew Egg was looking for that book in all merchants of the server and thought it would be a great gift for him when he came back to End to visit him. At least his powers didn't spill out from anger or sorrow. He just hoped it would never happen. Not for this damned server, but for Egg.
He knew Egg was the type of person to act and talk like he didn't had any feeling that could effect him. Yet Minute knew better. Every single day Egg was stuck inside the End , he could see the emotions of others face. Every sigh, every hard step, every ripped paper from his lore book he, oh so treasured.
He just had to make sure it didn't happen. He had to make sure Egg doesn't have to face any strong emotions. He just has to make sure to protect those dear to him. He patted Egg's wing, smoothing over the feathers. By Void, he was tired...Running errands around, dealing with players that tried to harm the end portal and the End...
Perhaps mafia was over, yet his duties tripled as there wasn't any powerhouses in the overworld that scared players enough that they wouldn't touch the End, his duty as the Guardian of The End and the crown he had to bear weighed heavy on his shoulders.
He sat down behind Egg and rested their backs against each other. Perhaps he couldn't have his tea party today but resting in a fluffy white paradise after a long day, especially when you spend all your days guarding the pitch black void, was a feeling he wouldn't exchange for anything.