The Fallen Angel Of Death [Ghostza Au] (First book)

{Chapter 1: The Blurr Of A Good Friend}

Heya there! I'm back! Here's the 1st chapter finally featuring Ghostza!
Took a week, but I finally wrote the chapter [:

-This is more of a fluff chapter to be honest-

Happy reading mates!

//TW: Grief and Depression
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Techno stood and stared at the finally finished grave he made for Phil. The polished black stone and the hardcore heart engraved into it filled the piglin with a sense of dread. The unexpected death of his friend had slowly sent him spiralling down into a deep depression.

The sun had already set and there was a clear sky above. The moon and the stars scattered across the night sky remained. No snow was flalling down. Everything around him was silent. Techno slowly pulled out some gorgeous red roses from his inventory and gently placed them down. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to say. He just stood there, just staring at the blackstone grave and the roses.

Ranboo stood there, watching from afar. He was hit hard by Phils death, but he knew Techno had it harder. Techno had isolated himself for the rest of the afternoon after Ranboo had helped him bury the body. He had sat in his cottage, carving the gravestone and staining a lantern green. Technos Polar Bear, Steve, only helped him a bit but wasn't enough to help him cope. Techno also had stopped wearing his own cloak, wearing Phils one instead, like Phil had asked. He took out the lantern as well and placed that down too, watching the flickering light dance around inside.

He sighed and wandered off, back to his cottage, locking the door behind him as he entered. He took off Phils cloak and hanged it on the wooden coat hanger. Techno heaved himself up the ladder onto the first floor, where his bed lay. He sat down on his bed, his gaze fixed on the wooden floorboards below him, deep in his thoughts. All he could think about was 'Who were they?' and 'Why Phil?'. The voices were also asking the same questions, some still demanding blood. They were more faded, but he still heard them. His eyes grew tired and eyelids drooped as he laid down on the cozy mattress, slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.

"Caw! Caw! Caw!"

Techno awoke to the cawing of crows outside as the gentle sunlight beamed through the trapdoor windows. He sat up, stretching as he looked out the window. Every now and then, he caught glimpses of black as multiple crows flew past, trying to find a place to land. He had assumed they came to mourn over the death of Phil too. Techno got up and climbed down the ladder to go make breakfast. After all, he was quite hungry after not eating anything for the entire afternoon yesterday.

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After a while, he had finished stirring his coffee and sat down, taking small sips at a time as to not burn himself. It was a calm weather outside, except for all the crows, but Techno didn't care. He put down his coffee on the table and was going to prepare something to eat when he felt a sudden shake in the ground. It was only a second, but it made all the crows take off in a hurried panic. Techno flinched. It felt like someone had detonated a bunch of TNT further away from the cottage.

He had to investigate this.

He clasped on Phils cloak, slipped his sword into its scabbard, unlocked the front door and stepped outside. He glanced towards Ranboos house. Surely he felt that too, right? Maybe he had gone out early and wasn't home. He turned around to face the front of the property. He froze. There was a floating patch of land about a few meters away from the fence, that was separating his property from the rest of the tundra. A large hole was right under the island, as if the gods pulled it right out of the ground. Techno stared at it in disbelief and sheer confusion. He came down the stairs, approaching the fence and jumping over it to take a closer look. Most of the crows had flew back and many had landed on the island , cawing louder than usual. Techno had to see what was up there to excite the crows this much.