Grian oneshots

Small story of Phil and Grian meeting

Phil was amazed by the world around him, the clouds, the animals, the giant mountains, everything. It was his first time going into the wild, he wandered around a bit until he remembered the survival guide he brought with him. The turned to page 5, First things to do when starting new
1. Find wood.

Alright seems easy enough he thought. He found a tree and used his hand to punch. On the first attempt he almost broke his bones, on the second his knuckles started to bleed, at last on the third he finally managed to knock it down. Using the freshly gathered wood he began crafting, he had memorized some basic recipes like the crafting table, and tools. The sun was going down and Phil had not found a safe place for the night. The growls of the zombies and clacking of the skeletons urged him to find a place faster. Running through the forest he stumbled upon a mountain. No way up he turned around, a hoard if zombies and skeletons had followed him. They crept closer and the skeletons pulled their bows.

The swinging of a sword interrupted the moment. Part of the hord was killed in an instant. "Follow me quick!" Phil didn't even bother to see who was talking he ran as if his life depended on it, because it did. When his savior finally stopped in front of a wooden cabin. He ushered Phil inside and closed the door. He left out a sigh and Phil was finally able to see the man, he had brown hair and eyes. He wore a reed hoodie and gray pants. He had a pair of wings decorating his back. "That was close", he said,"I'm Grian! Who are you?" "I'm Phil, why did you save me back there?"

"I was out hunting spiders for string I couldn't help but see the zombies and skeletons after you." Grian gave him some tea before showing him to a bed. He fell asleep as soon as he made impact with it. The next morning Grian supplied him with some steak, bread and apples before Phil was off again.

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I'm working on a longer one-shot but here's a short story that I thought of :)