Scattered Feathers

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

War. War had come to their country. His country. Everything was destroyed and Jschlatt was dead. All at the hands of the Terrorists and the self proclaimed Blood God, Technoblade with his withers and rockets of fireworks that were being shot in his face.

It was chaos.

Chaos that grace the arrival of the Angel of Death, Philza Minecraft. With his army of crows that scattered through the sky blackening it. An omen and that would foretell the death of his country; La'Manberg.

The fireworks that flew by him made him want to take to the skies, his wings twitching the whole time to get out of the chaos that was all around him. To leave before he did something that garner the attention to the lands newest arrival; The Angel of Death. It was a miracle that no one noticed, yet he guessed the armor he wore did help in hiding the little movements. Yet he also wanted to fight for his country. He couldn't lose it not when he still had a chance to be in power. Not when he had worked so hard. Not when could still climb his way tot he presidents seat. Or better yet, get the president under his thumb.

A particular wither stayed on his tail, chasing him through the ruins of his country, herding to the a blood covered Technoblade who laughed at the carnage around him. Looked over be the Angel of Death himself, ready to jump in to help.

"Come on Quackity! I gonna take that armor back!" Techno laughed, maniacally Blade and Rocket launcher both in hand. The rockets sailing through the air coming right for him.

Quackity eyes snapped open as he threw his body out of the way, realizing too late that he was awake and there was no battle. There was no blood. No dead Jschlatt. His body hit the floor with a loud thump, his sudden movements disturbing the handful of crows that had been resting on the bed. The bird screeching and cawing, and giving him looks like he wasn't suppose to move and disrupt their beauty sleep or something. Ranger was the only one still hopping around on the mattress ruffling its feathers, making smaller noises, like it was worried or something.

Although he could care less about the behavior of the crows, they were weird anyway. What was bothering him was the fact that he didn't remember getting in the bed last night and he was positive that he fell asleep sitting on the floor. "How the hell...?" He mumbled. Getting to his feel slowly, rubbing at his side that he had landed on.

'Caw, Caw!' The deeper call of a crow had him flinching especially when said crow was Brian and the biggest by two sizes out of all of them with freaky blue eyes and was staring him down.

"Ah, fuck! Not you again." Quackity grouched. Glaring at the large crow, that was perched one of the chests in the room, and called out again as if responding to Quackity. "Oh, shut up." Quackity huffed, letting his wings shake out a bit, wincing as a few misplaced feathers pinched. All that work done during his molt undone by one night in sleeping in a bed tangled in blankets.

"Good morning!" Phil cheered, slamming open the door to the room, while holding the baby piglin in his arms. His entrance making Quackity automatically jump in a defensive position. Not that that stopped Phil from coming closer and grabbing Quackity in a one arm hug. "Now I know last night you were not up to eating and while I trust the crows tried their best., but I will not except 'No,' for an answer, I got breakfast ready for you." He chirped, happily.

"Let go!" Quackity grumbled trying to wiggle from the one armed hug that was surprisingly strong, to be one armed.

"Ba!" Michael squealed, a little hand slapping into Quackity's face.