Prologue {Philza's Biological Children}
CW: swearing, yelling
Tommy was given wings. Phil believed that his crow wings would never be passed down and Kristin and he would never teach a child to fly. They taught Tommy. By the time he was four, Tommy knew how to at least pick his feet off the ground.
Wilbur was not so fortunate.
Wilbur was unlike Tommy in so many ways. Wilbur was never given wings. Wilbur wasn't loud like Tommy. He wasn't as brave as Tommy was. He wasn't as young or as good as Tommy was. But Wilbur could sing. That was the most important thing to him. That was what made him special. Wilbur could sing.
Wilbur and Tommy never competed against each other. If anything, Philza and Kristan were surprised about how well they got along. Sure there were moments where they disagreed or had small arguments but they were just that. Small.
The Minecrafts' were a picture-perfect family. The mother, an angel of death. The father, a crow who lives in a human form. The youngest, a boy who has wings. The oldest, completely normal. But he could sing.
September 14: Wilbur's 11th Birthday
"Blow out the candles, Wilbur!" Philza shouted happily. Will quickly huffed them out and smiled. He was wearing his finest, a yellow sweater and red beanie. The room was quaint and comforting. There was a small chandelier lit by his father that morning. The table was long and about 2 meters. It could probably fit many more people than Will's father, mother, and his kid brother but Will didn't want anyone else there. He was fine with just these people. These people were the only people he needed.
"Let me have the first bite!" Tommy screamed and Phil rolled his eyes, "Tommy, it's Will's birthday why would I let you-" Wilbur cut him off in an instant, "Don't worry, Dad. I don't mind," then he smiled. The kind of smile that lights up the room. It always seems fake but it also seems nice. Smiles aren't always what they seem to be.
Tommy grabbed a fist full of cake and put it onto his plate. Kristin laughed as she observed the scene, "Tommy, dear, that's not how you do it. You need to cut it!" She laughed again and both Wilbur and Phil both smiled. Kristin was an amazing person. Even though she was an angel of death, her laugh could bring life. "I don't know how to use a knife!!" Tommy shouted at her, about to cry. "Ok, I think this one needs to go to bed. Come on Tomathy." She picked the dirty blonde-haired boy and brought him up the long flight of stairs to his bedroom.
"Mom will be back when she gets Tommy to sleep," Philza said noticing Wilbur's sad expression. Will sank into one of the tall chairs designed with crows and skulls to represent the love between his mother and father. "She always takes care of Tommy... I love him with all my heart but... I guess I want to spend time with mom...While I still can." Wilbur has a terrible sense of mortality. Especially when it came to him and his parents. Both Phil and Kristin were immortal unless killed. Especially for Kristin, human lives passed faster than a year in human time, and as far as anyone knew Wilbur was completely mortal. "Will I- I don't think you should dwell on the fact that we are immortal... You might be immortal too you know. I mean-" Wilbur cut him off screaming "I didn't get anything powers from you, Dad!" Philza was surprised by the anger that Wilbur showed. "I'm not fucking immortal! I've been hurt before! I've cried! I can feel pain! I feel it every day knowing that I might lose Tommy... or you! Or Mom!" Tears were streaming down Will's face, his cake wet and no longer perfect. He ran to his room as quickly as he could and slammed the door.
Soon, Kristin emerged from Tommy's room and flew down to Philza. "Is Will upset again?" She asked Phil, noticing the tear-stained and torn apart cake. "Um, yeah... He does this every year. I am not upset or mad that he does it. I just don't know how to help him," Phil looked down at the floor and started picking up the cake. Kristin looked up at Will's bedroom and back at Phill. She kissed him on the cheek quickly and ran back upstairs to talk to Wilbur.
"Will? Are you ok?" The angel snuck her head around the doorway to see a crying boy in a room full of music sheets, guitars, and small drawings. The bed was as messy as usual with its plaid comforter and wood bed-frame. "Go away." Kristin heard Wilbur say. "It's not your father, it's me." Will turned around after hearing his mother speak. Kristan put her hand on his cheek and felt his wet face. She could almost feel the salt from his tears. "Mom," tears seemed to pour from his eyes now, "I am gonna die? Will it be a short time that I'm with you?" Kristin felt her eyes well up. She tried to manage the most logical but also emotional explanation. That was really how Wilbur thought. "Ok, Wilbur, umm... Time doesn't go faster for me. It just is different relatively. See 50 years for me is still 50 years... It's just that it may seem like half a lifetime for you but for me... it's only the beginning. I won't lose you... I promise." Wilbur's tears softened over time and then Kristin fixed up his bed and let him sleep.
Just around the corner was Phil. He was trying to be a good father. He tried to learn from Kristin how to calm Will but every time he listened, she just knew. She just knew Will.
Tommy could hear everything. Every swear. Every worry. Every cry. He didn't want Will to worry but he didn't know what to do.
This is the Minecrafts. The picture-perfect family. A crow, an angel, a chicken, and a normal child.
A/N: the first chapter is up! How'd you like it? Any feedback? Any suggestions? I'm always open!
