We returned to the Canyon after the attack on that village. I'm Slitzee the phantom, but you can call me Slit for short. "Hey Slit, when was the last time someone didn't insult us at a village attack?" Krow, My best friend, asked me. Krow was smaller than me.
"Dunno." I replied. You know, everybody seems to hate us phantoms. I think it's because we attack players and villagers who didn't sleep for only a few days. I know you don't like me, but you don't have to start shooting at me with a freaking crossbow next time.
I remembered the time this Creeper got mad because we managed to poof a baby villager before he could. He wanted to scare the stray cats to prove how powerful he was, but missed the chance. I don't even think there were any cats. Cats hiss at us, and I didn't hear any hissing when that happened.
"Slit," Sparkzy asked me. Sparkzy is this other phantom in our clan. "What." I replied. "This player, I was outside just earlier after the attack, and this player called me a flying, living Cave Sound." She explained.
"What's a cave sound?" I asked.
Sparkzy acted like I just decided to make a boat in the Nether's lava out of TNT blocks. "You know, the weird sounds in the dark places." She replied. "Whatever. That explains the violin screech earlier." I replied. I felt bad for this phantom. Some player compared a mob to a sound effect. Or... a ton of sound effects I guess.
"I hate players." I told Sparkzy. "They throw stuff at us when they're flying with that blue set of winds they have..." I added. I think the flying blue wings is called an Elytra, I think.
It's getting light out now. I should get deeper in the Canyon for now.
