How to train your hoglin

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Philza woke up slowly. His wings ached. He groaned. Where was Ranboo? Was he okay?
He opened his eyes, blinking against torchlight.
"You're awake!"
Phil turned his head. "Ranboo?"
"Hey Mr. Minecraft. Are you okay?"
"My wings hurt, but I'm fine. What happened?"
"Um, Herobrine saved us. And brought us to his fancy treehouse. This place is really cool."
"Herobrine is an enemy." Phil said, but there was no fire in his voice.
"He said you'd say that. He also said he didn't hold a grudge."
Phil dropped it, but he wasn't convinced.
"Anyway, he brought you back and healed you as much as he could."
"But?"
Ranboo sighed. "He says you can't fly for a while, and you'll have trouble walking because of the wither."
"And I thought it couldn't get worse." Phil groaned.
"There's good news though! He has a horse for us to borrow, and he's giving us supplies and stuff."
"When will we reach the portal?" Phil asked.
"I don't know. It depends on a lot of things. A few weeks maybe?"
Phil struggled to sit up. "And my wings were almost healed."
"It was terrible timing." Ranboo agreed.
Phil stretched his wings as far as they could go without hurting. His feathers extended.
He tried to stand up and collapsed into the wall. Ranboo darted forward. "Are you okay?"
"I- I can't walk."
"He said you'd have trouble walking." Ranboo said.
Phil sighed. For a moment, he looked as old as he was, thousands of years.
"Are you okay?"
"Hey, old man." A deep voice called.
Philza looked up at a tall man with white eyes.
"Herobrine." He said.
Ranboo took Philza's arm, supporting him.
"When you're done, I want to talk to your blood god."
"If he wants to talk to you, be can."
"No, it's my favor. I save you and your buddy, you send your friend for a chat."
"Only if you promise not to attack."
Herobrine nodded. "Of course."
Phil shrugged. "Fine."
"Alright. Let me explain some things."
Ranboo helped Phil as he hobbled after Herobrine.
"You need supplies, so I can give you those. You're bags are here."
He tossed a few bags at Phil. Ranboo snatched them out of the air.
"Also you need to teach oreo boy how to fight."
"He's the Ender Prince isn't he? Can't he already fight?"
"I have um, I have trouble actually, ya know, attacking things." Ranboo interjected.
"Right. That's an easy way of saying no, you cannot fight."
Ranboo mumbled to himself.
"I've got a horse for you, so that'll get you out of the forest quickly. You can leave the day after tomorrow, first thing in the morning. You do not want to be here at night."
"Hm. How do we know we can trust you?"
"I'm more trustworthy than the Dreamon King, and you seem determined to trust him."
"I'm not trusting the Dreamon King. I want something from him."
"Right. Well, believe me, you don't want to trust him. He's manipulative, cruel, and he likes to play with his food."
"I don't intend to let my guard down."
Herobrine nodded. "Come on, old man."
"You're just as old as I am. You've been here since the mists covered the entire world."
Herobrine rolled his eyes. "I'm not the one who needs a wheelchair."
Philza glared at him. "Whatever."
Herobrine scoffed. "Alright, let's go."
"Where?"
"Up. You need to see something."

Hey guys. Sorry about the short and late chapter. I've kinda run out of ideas. Don't worry, I'm not dropping the book. Another update will probably come soon.
Until then, a nice chapter with very little angst to give you guys a break. See ya!