Chapter Text
"Ma! MA!" the young crow called as he threw himself at the rubble. His wings flapped feverishly.
"DAD! DAD!" The child screamed as he saw a slightly burnt hat in the ruins of what once was his home village. He scrambled towards it.
"No. Please.." He clutched the hat in his small hands.
Children his age shouldn't go through this, he's only nine!
The sky cracked and snapped as a storm started. The young boy looked up and scurried towards the forest. He couldn't get his wings wet.
It would leave him useless. Weak, like a wet rat.
He didn't want to start flying and once his wings got too wet he would immediately plummet out of the sky.
So he ran. His tail dragging along with him.
His vision blurred as he thought of being stranded without family.
The loners always die first, he saw what happens when avians leave the group..
There!
A cave. The entrance was covered in an unholy amount of vines but anything would do. He dove for the cave rolling inside before curling up and breathing.
The panic needed to cease he needed to keep record of himself.
A sharp rock near the wall gave him an idea.
Lifting the sharp rock to the stone wall he carved.
⌿⊑⟟⌰⋉⏃ ⋔⟟⋏⟒☊⍀⏃⎎⏁
(Philza Minecraft)
⌿⊑⟟⌰ ⎅⍜⍀ ⌇⊑⍜⍀⏁
(Phil for short)
I ⏃⋔ ⋏⟟⋏⟒ ⊬⟒⏃⍀⌇ ⍜⌰⎅
(I am nine years old.)
Phil grasped the rock tighter his family was gone. His village was gone.
He knew who had done it. The town to the east, they had been at war for many years.
They had killed his family.
He was gonna do something about it.
But first he needed to not die. He lifted his head up and stared around the cave. If something came in here and saw him laying on the ground helplessly he would for sure be done for.
On the side of the wall he was at there was a fairly high up ledge. He could get to that.
Quickly he skittered towards the wall. He jumped and scratched at the rock with his taloned fingers.
It took alot but he was up. Off the ground. Safer.
He'll plan more tomorrow.
He just wants to sleep..