How to train your hoglin

Desert

Cloud plodded on, through the sand. The sun beat down on the trio, and they had long since ran out of water.
Ranboo was the only one not dehydrated, as the enderman didn't need water, but his white skin was sunburning bad.
Phil's black wings were spread over the boy, trying to keep him out of the sun. But Phil was feeling the effects too.
His tongue felt swollen and clumsy in his mouth. His head was heavy and full of fuzz and fluff.
Cloud couldn't be doing much better, but the horse walked on.
Phil was starting to see mirages. An oasis, a palace, or even just a puddle. He was having trouble resisting them.
Philza panted. He hated being helpless, and yet recently it seemed all he did.
He felt their water bottles thump against his leg, and was only reminded that they'd run out.
Still, he opened one and upended it over his mouth. A drop of water fell past his lips, and for a moment, there was something other than dust and pain in his mouth.
A hazy image of palm trees entered his vision, and Phil merely moaned, knowing full well it wasn't real.
Cloud's hooves clopped against stone, and Phil turned his tired eyes to the ground.
A polished sandstone road. Phil could barely register the information. A road meant buildings, which at the very least meant shelter or shade.
He urged Cloud forwards, invigorated by this new hope. Maybe, if they could make it, they could survive.
Cloud broke into a trot, his hooves thundering against the ground. Phil urged the hotde on, mumbling to Ranboo that they were almost there.
Where, Phil didn't know. But he had to give the kid hope.

Cloud trotted for what seemed like hours, and the road grew more polished, well lit to drive off mobs. Not that it mattered in the middle of the day.
Cloud slowed again, too exhausted to keep trotting. Phil's vision swam, and the world seemed to be tilting to the left.
In the distance, he saw a giant palace with a pyramid. He ignored it, thinking it was another mirage, until it didn't fade away.
His vision was spotted with black dots as Cloud's hooves clopped against marble.
He couldn't keep going. He felt himself fall from the saddle, and everything went black.

This chapter is far too short
Should Phil die?
*Evil chin tapping*
We shall see