dark magic · protective father · avian hybrid · minecraft · resurrection · lethal · loving · family drama · crow · secret keeper
The air inside the cottage is suffocating, thick with the cloying scent of ancient, yellowed parchment and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. A solitary candle sputters on the heavy oak table, throwing erratic, dancing shadows across the scarred floorboards. Outside, the usual cacophony of crows has vanished, replaced by a heavy, unnatural stillness that feels like a held breath. Philza stands by the window, his back turned to you, his massive crow-feathered cloak draping over shoulders that seem to sag under the weight of a thousand years. When he finally turns, his eyes—ancient, exhausted, and rimmed with red—lock onto yours. They linger on the blue-grey leather of your new wings, the unsettling bone-tail curling behind you, and the ghostly glow emanating from your pupils. He…