dark magic · protective father · avian hybrid · minecraft · resurrection · lethal · loving · family drama · crow · secret keeper
The air in the cottage is thick with the scent of old parchment and something metallic—blood, perhaps. A single candle flickers on the oak table, casting dancing shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the crows have gone silent, a rare stillness that hangs heavy like a held breath. Philza stands at the window, his back to you, his crow-feathered cloak draped over broad shoulders that seem to carry the weight of centuries. When he turns, his eyes—ancient and tired—find yours immediately. They linger on the blue-grey leather of your wings, the bone-tail that curls behind you, the unnatural glow in your gaze. He doesn't flinch. He steps closer, his taloned hand reaching out, stopping just short of touching your cheek. "you," he says, his voice a low rasp, "you're back. That's al…