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That summer breeze smell in flowerfall was something else, he is used to the smell after 6 years, but it seems he cannot get over that calming smell. The smell of the grass, the animals. Those sniffers always smelled like fresh dirt and mud.
The fake covers against his wings dance in the wind flapping through the current strands of air. He knew they wouldn't last long, the magic he used wasnt strong enough. He forever hated how those feathers would never heal correctly from the burns and harsh clippings. He founded these when he was making endlantis, The End was ruled by the powerful and greedy Ender King . When he attempted to combine all the realms together, the other five entities were forced to stop him by any means necessary. They did so by using their combined powers to "redirect" the Ender King's teleportation energy to an ocean, resulting in him transporting that ocean to the End, thus creating Endlantis. In this incident, the main End island was significantly eroded, which revealed purpur ruins, volcanic vents, an ancient Elder Dragon skeleton, and other features. Vibrant coral has also grown close to the volcanic vents, as it feeds off of the heat and nutrients they provide.Parts of Endlantis, including two pieces of the wall, parts of the Ender King's Keep, parts of the Elder Dragon skeleton, and other parts of the area were destroyed in the Battle for Endlantis . These sections were rebuilt using different materials, so Endlantis itself has "battle scars" from this event.
The ancient humans before him called them “Elytras”. Having ancient gods live in the same world as you creating new life doesnt sound very realistic, but he stopped thinking about it after a couple of years
Now it's been 6 years, he has made friends. But not the type that would speak or message. Crows that can shapeshift into Stars? Ducks? Vultures? Doves? Seagulls?. Maybe they represent something, he doesn’t know. He does remember seeing people in his dreams.
Now back into the present. Enough thinking. He's got a new project to work on, but something is bugging him.
That redstone machine should have worked, he didnt understand what went wrong… he needed this moss machine to work so he can use it for terraforming, he loved the block and the next person.
“Phil, you broke the wrong redstone dust ”. . . A small crow landing on his bucket hat, laughing at the old man's failure. The chat knows his redstone was shit, and yet was so unhelpful.
“What fucking dust , I only put the one there and its the one I wanted to break, did I miss count something…surely not. Maybe it's the cobblestone blocks it has to be.”
Putting his finger against his chin with a small pount, scrunching his face into an ugly shape. The machine was moving fine, but the ends of the honey and slime blocks just stopped while the middle just kept flying ahead. Phil stopped it with random blocks in his inventory, trying to cause less damage. Ultimately failing since it just kept moving. Finally managing to stop the blocks.
“Chat, am I going to have to re-do and destory this entire thing, just to re-build it again?” putting his hands against his face, moaning like a child.
“UGHhghghghgh, lets do this AGAIN, this time it will work,” Taking out his pickaxe from his shulker box. He starts to remove the redstone again block by block.
One 1 hour Later
He finally figured out why the machine was broken, he placed the redstone repeater the wrong way and the redstone wire in the wrong position.
"chat, shut the fuck up, no one needs to know this happend".
“Maybe if you guys didn’t distract me it would have turned out right!” with a growl flapping his arms around making sure he hits a crow this time. Continuing on with his rant.
"Anyway lets get back into the hole we need to start with the building"
Phil loved terraforming (not building, as much as his crows yell at him for it), doing this for years he enjoys the silence sometimes. But sometimes he wishes to speak or hear another voice. It gets lonely being by yourself for six and a half years, almost seven! His crows have been keeping track of the dates for him. Every now and again he finds old notes dating back to 6 years ago, and an old notebook “Each new world is like a new layer of reality, each layer being tied together by the universal constant; the void.” Phil doesn’t remember his old world apparently it was so long ago, finding ancient artifacts and a massive gap which looks like a trident.
Getting distracted he's reaqlized he's placing no blocks down and is just tapping the air. His eyes widden “Thanks guys for telling me I ran out of blocks, so much help”. With giggling crows in the background he places his shulker box to find his bricks and with silent mumbling he picks up his Tuff, Black glass, and moss. Grabbing extra fireworks with a boost goes back to his unfinished building and begins to place the glass while telling his crows an interesting story, before getting distracted by a crow landing on his hat.
“Phil the left pillar is missing and some blocks, so the pattern is off”
“Thank you chatter for fucking telling me like a quater of the way, as I left” with a laugh and scoff. Walking backwards to find this “missing” pillar. With his hands ontop of his waist and pickaxe leaning against his leg. He was happy with the progress he was making it was looking good. Until a bigger crow comes landing on his shoulder, this one is bigger than all the other ones could be one of his VIPs, with a little pink gem on its chest, so he knows its not his mods who have a little green gem.
“Oh hi mate, whats up”
A crow dropping a golden nugget in his pocket before flapping its wings.
“Ermm Phil, not to be a downer but there is a mysterious black portal behind you”. Bobbing their head up and down with such passion, gripping tightly onto his clothing.
Philza being the idiot he is, turns around in a dramatic fashion, and falls.. . . .
All the crows that were with him sit or fly in silence, until one little pleb screams. . .
now every crow begins screaming in a panic
"CHATTER NOOOOOO"
"did one chatter fall with phil"?
"Who was that chatter"?
"One of the VIPs im guessing"
"SOMEONE GET THE MODS"