How to train your hoglin

Death.....?

A blur, and the skeleton collapsed in a pile of broken bones. Ranboo stared at the newcomer, who had his back turned.
Teal shirt, blue pants, brown hair. His back was to Ranboo, and a pale sword was in his hand.
Ranboo darted towards Philza.
"Mr. Minecraft? Philza? Wake up."
"He's been withered. He's not waking up. Not without medicine." A dark, raspy voice said.
The person who'd saved him turned around, and instead of normal eyes, he had white orbs. Ranboo startled backwards, drawing his twin swords.
"You're going to try to protect the Angel of Death? Do you have any idea who he is? What he's done?"
"He protected me." Ranboo said. "I help people who help me."
Herobrine stared at him. "Well, I've never been one to hold grudges. Although the stories about me say otherwise. Come on."
The tall man walked past Ranboo and lifted Philza up onto his shoulder. "Sorry about the mist. I was hunting the wither skeletons."
"Is he going to be ok?" Ranboo asked, supporting Phil on the other side.
"I'm not going to lie to you. I don't know if he's going to make it."
Ranboo looked at the ground. "Where are we going?"
"My home."
"Where is that?"
"You'll see when we get there."
Ranboo sighed. "Do you have milk and healing supplies?"
"Some, but not many are willing to trade with me, and I haven't gone to the nether, or even left this forest in a while. I'm running low on several brewing ingredients."
"I thought you lived in a different forest."
"I used to. But a while ago, D- someone contacted me and told me to move here. I've been here for a few years now."
"Mm."

Herobrine's house was not a haunted mansion. It was, instead, a massive tree, with several platforms and rooms in the branches.
Leaves his most of it, and inside there were many rooms. A room made of bricks, filled with furnaces. Storage rooms, armories, medical rooms. Everything.
It took some time to get Philza into the tree, since his wings were large and awkward to work with, but soon, Herobrine was healing him. Ranboo waited outside.
"Will he survive?" Ranboo asked.
Herobrine sighed. "If he does, he'll have trouble walking... And he won't be able to fly for weeks."
"Trouble walking?"
Herobrine leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. "He'll probably need help walking."
"That'll double the time it takes to get to the End."
"Is that where you're going?" Herobrine said skeptically.
"Philza said he needed to talk to the Dreamon King."
"Hm. Well, I have a horse. He could ride that."
"I don't have anything to pay you with."
"Don't worry about it. All I need, is an explanation."
Ranboo cocked his head.
"Why didn't you fight the wither skeletons? You're the Ender Prince. You're supposed to be great at fighting. You use two long blades, specifically designed for you."
Ranboo looked down. "I don't like.... killing things. Even monsters. I don't like fighting in general."
Herobrine studied him. "You don't like to hurt people. And because you're half enderman, you see what we see as monsters as people too."
Ranboo nodded, looking away.
"Well, I can give you sanctuary for a while. Until Death's Angel is ready. Then, you should go."
"Why can't we stay for longer?"
"Have you heard of Technoblade and his great fight with the White-eyed one? Also known as me?"
Ranboo nodded. Everyone knew that story. They'd fought for years until the immortals had forced them to make a truce.
Ranboo had been there, but he didn't remember much. He had memory issues. And everyone he asked was mortal-born, and for them, the fog of time took their memories.
"But you said you don't hold grudges."
"I'm not the only one in this forest. And unlike me, my shadows don't forgive."

Philza still bled black. It looked like tar, staining the bandages. Ranboo didn't know why he was waiting. Angel of Death, super dangerous. Every bone in his body screamed at him to run, to escape.
But this man had protected him, taking hits to keep Ranboo safe. And Ranboo believed that actions were more defining than stories.
No! He is our natural enemy! The whisper roared. Not his particles. Something deeper. Darker.
He will kill you the moment he realizes what you are.
"No he won't."
You don't know that. When he murders you, I won't say I told you so.
Ranboo shook his head. The voice was wrong. I'm never wrong. I'm the reason you're still alive.
Sure, it'd saved him a few times, but this was different.
As Ranboo looked over the sleeping form of his winged... friend? Companion? Travel partner?
He felt a strong, nearly uncontrollable urge to draw his blades and stab the unconscious man.
He stumbled back, hitting the wall, and slumped to the ground, clasping his hands in front of him.
"No." He whispered. "I'm not a killer."

Oh, you aren't a killer. How sweet.

"Leave me alone."

If I do, you'll die. That would be irritating

"Just be quiet and let me be."

Ha. As you wish. But when he stabs you, you're on your own.