Mcyt Short Stories!

Baby Bird (Part1)

/// So we had baby Tommy, but what about baby Phil? Should be a lot more fun to have the immortal old man as a small child, right? Especially if Techno is the one to find him. Also pls ignore my spelling mistakes I am too lazy to proof read right now.

"Come on... it should be around here somewhere..." Philza was looking through his bookshelves, trying to find the journal he had all his research in. Usually it's in his Enderchest, but he couldn't find it there. He must have accidentally put it back with the other books that were on his desk. The journal held all his research that he worked on for so many years, decades even, especially the one about how gods can bond with their kinda mortal disciple to walk around in the Overworld.

He's still working hard on getting his beloved wife into this world this way. As the goddess of Death, she not only is physically weak and sensitive towards the light of the sun, but she also isn't able to leave her realm unless she uses an immense amount of energy. That's why she only does that whenever it was absolutely necessary, for example if a certain masked god decides to cause chaos and mess around with the mortals too much.

XD might be slightly higher in the hierarchy of gods, but strength and power wise they are more than equal. She had proven that multiple times whenever she had to bring him under control again when he gets too attached to a certain brunette or harassed the poor Foolish.

But Phil knew it was hard work to keep both rogue gods in check and care for all the passed souls. And if anyone deserves a bit of a break, a chance to just relax and do what you want, it's her.

If this works, she should be able to take over his body and walk around the Overworld as she pleases, even if it would only last for a limited amount of time. It wasn't his first attempt either. This one would be attempt 237.

Yeah... it's going great so far.

"Aha!" He grins as he pulls the worn leather book out of the bookshelf. His scatter brain can really mess his organization up sometimes... but at least he found it! "Now back to work." This wasn't just his own knowledge that he is trying to pile together into something that makes sense. It's a mess of old books from strongholds and village libraries and ruined castles from long ago.

Most books are also written in old, long dead languages, but that wasn't a problem for him. He may be a bit rusty in a lot of them, hence why he probably miss-read the instructions over 200 times or messed up the ritual, but at least he can sorta decipher them! He's was alive when they were still used after all!

But translating such things takes time and sure enough, it was already dark when he first looked up from his books. "Shit..." He had promised Techno that he would take care of dinner, as he was currently out at the village for much needed resources. Phil got up and stretched his tired limbs, his wings stretching out to their full extent. He winced a bit when his injured wing started to burn again and quickly folded them on his back. Despite the explosion being more than a year ago... it still hurt.

By now he had lost all confidence that his feathers would ever regrow. His primaries were too badly damaged and the flesh burned to where it probably can't regrow feathers. He accepted it by now, but it still hurt. Especially when he watches his beloved crows fly around, when once he'd joined them and played tag or flew races.

A quick shake of his head cleared the depressing thoughts for a moment. He should start with dinner before Techno gets here.

His gaze traveled to his journal once more. Maybe one small try... Just to know if it works. Techno would understand, right? With a grin, he grabbed his book and the few items he needed before heading downstairs. It was the largest space they had.