Endlantis

Chapter 6- The End

     By the way, I do know that two dragons attacked Endlantis in Phil's video, but for the sake of this story, there will only be one.

     Was he... Dying? His body ached and hurt, especially where the dragon had dug her teeth in. The wound felt warm and wet as his blood poured out of it like a fountain. Is this it? After all those years of fighting and surviving, this was it? For some reason, he didn't feel scared, nor sad. He felt oddly at peace with death. Even if his heart ached ever so slightly for his friends. Maybe he wasn't meant to have any.

     "Phil!" He turned to see his mother standing on the houses porch. The same oak wood and cobblestone lining on it. He stopped playing in the grass, dropping the toy figure he held. It was just something he found in the grass, probably some toy a kid left behind.

     Phil ran up to his mom, looking up at her. "It's getting late, go to bed silly." She rubbed his head playfully.
      "Okay mom!" He yelled as he ran back into the house.
      "Oh, and please take off the hat before sleeping. You always loose it during the night!" Phil's mom called from the kitchen, washing the dishes. He nodded and hoped into the bed that lay in the living room. There was only one room in the house, that his mom and dad occupied. His mom turned off the lights and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Goodnight."
      "Goodnight mom." He muttered as she walked away. Phil waited, watching her disappear into their room. He grinned and hopped out of bed. He carefully tucked in the sheets and grabbed the bag he prepared before. Phil slid on his robe for warmth and slipped out of the house.

     "Yes!" He cheered quietly. Phil wasn't running away, rather, he was gonna go on an adventure! Mom and dad never let him venture too far out from his home, but this time, he was gonna find something cool. He wasn't sure what, but it was gonna be something. Phil brought out the iron sword, slightly struggling to hold it. "Onwards!"

     Phil ran from the zombie that chased him. Looks like he wandered a bit too far from home. His heart beat in his chest as the lights that once shone from the village no longer were in his sight. Tears welled up in his eyes as he spotted a cave. Phil glanced behind him and dived into it, feet pattering against the cold stone floor. He quickly went around a cornor and dug into the wall, blocking himself in. The zombies groans could still be heard outside, but he was safe. For now. Phil slowly slid down onto the floor, trying to steady his breathing. His body shook as he hugged his knees to his chest.
      "Mom? Dad?" Phil whispered, though he knew no one would answer.

     "Maybe Mineville is this way." Phil was utterly lost. Everytime he thought he was back on track, it turned night and mobs chased him. Were there always this many monsters?

      Maybe the village.... What was the name? Phil couldn't remember. It had been a solid year since he ran away, on accident. The small house he built was pitiful, maybe he should just kill himself to spawn back home. He shivered, he didn't like doing that. For some reason his body told him not to. Phil twisted his sword in hand, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try. He stabbed the sword into his stomach, the pain flaring up throughout his body. He gasped and quickly took it out. Why did it hurt so bad?? His body shook as his hands got covered in blood. This isn't right, wounds don't hurt this much! He groaned and kneeled over, clutching his stomach in pain. Phil coughed, tears welling up in his eyes. He quickly grabbed the golden apple he found and ate it. Relief washed over him as the wound closed slightly, blood no longer pouring from it. The pain and blood was still there, he still had to wrap the wound. Okay, so he couldn't do that, clearly, he wouldn't respawn. Dread filled him as he realized, Phil couldn't die.

     Phil laid in darkness, his strength ebbing away as his body went limp. His mind grew fuzzy, not being able to register the people around him. A sweet taste hit his tongue, one that tasted of energy. Phil swollowed it, the energy flooding through his body like lightning. His body no longer hurt as the wound on him closed. Air quickly filled his lungs breathing life back into him. The peace he once felt with death quickly vanished to one of fear.

      Phil snapped his eyes open, quickly sitting up looking for the dragon. But he heard no roar or cry of his friends. Instead they sat around him on the mooshroom island. He didn't even get to process them before being engulfed in their hugs. Even Techno decided to hug him, though not as tightly as the others.
      "I thought you were dead!" Tommy exclaimed, a huge smile upon his face. As if he was still in disbelief. Phil looked at the cave, which was now torn apart. The endermen skeleton only had it's feet remaining.
      "How did you guys save me? I was practically dead." Wilbur grinned proudly, holding up one of his enchanted golden apples he kept on him.
      "I remembered you mentioning them..." Wilbur gave him back the remaining apples as he put them back. Tommy sighed and laid atop the water.
      "I'm gonna be honest with you Phil, this life is way too stressful." Techno and Wilbur both nodded. He laughed, there was no doubt about that. "Also, screw this cave too." Tommy dived back into the water and swam out, the three quickly following along.

     
      They sat along the rim of the island, looking upon the beams of light and swimming fish. The place was truly beautiful, something he was glad he found. But he didn't just find Endlantis, appearently also some friends.
       "I'm ready to head home, I want to play some Skywars." Techno fiddled with his sword. Tommy and Wilbur were quick to agree. The three looked at him, a clear question on their face. Phil sighed and looked back out on the dragon skeleton. Was he even ready to abandon his life of wandering? Something that he enjoyed doing, a life in which he appreciated the danger in it. He glanced at his friends, maybe it was time for him to retire. Or, just take a break.
      "Fine, I'll stay with you guys for a bit, okay?" They cheered, Tommy jumping up in excitement.
       "You're gonna love Mineville Phil, I have this friend.....

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      Mineville.

      I've been staying at this huge city called Mineville, appearently it's were most people live. It's an interesting place with many games and links to other servers. I've never seen anything like it, it's quite amazing. I have been having a good time hanging out with my friends and meeting other people too.

     While I do miss the sense of danger I had back home, the feeling of being safe is pretty nice. Though, I don't know how long I will stay. Maybe for a few years before venturing back out. I don't think I can stay for long without wanting to go back adventuring. It's practically in my blood! But, I won't tell them that.

      I just wish I could've taken pictures of the places I have seen.

     Though for some reason, I feel as if I have been to this place before. Tommy's house feels way too familiar.

Whatever. For now, I'll stay here.

Sincerely, Phil.

PS: I've become the town's story teller somehow.

And that's about it! Wow! Just another story about Philza. There just aren't many so I thought I'd make some. It quite angsty, I'll admit, like most of my stories. I just have to say, many answers in the story I don't outright tell you, so just make inferences. Hope you liked it, and I'll see ya in a bit, bye!