A Tale of Wrath and Vengeance 13 by Saboomba, literature
Literature
A Tale of Wrath and Vengeance 13
Repercussions
A loud yell split the air. Startled, Lyle tried to take a step back, but, unfamiliar with his new body, he tripped and fell to the ground with a crash. For a few moments, he simply lay there, disoriented. At least Fredbear couldn’t feel pain. He imagined that would’ve hurt.
Slowly, he raised himself to a sitting position, feeling a bit of strain as he did so. He’d known Fredbear was old, but now, experiencing the world as the bear, he could tell exactly how aged the animatronic truly was. He was barely functioning as it was, in dire need of maintenance and cleaning. The robot was still powered down, so he couldn’t access its programming at the moment and was using his own energy to run it. He might not be able to do this very long.
He supposed he ought to figure out where that yell had come from though. It wasn’t a voice he recognized—sounding deep like a mascot’s but at the same time strangely echoey. He turned his head toward where he thought he’d heard it from and
Chapter 3: Shadow over the Golden Age. Silent Coll by SableQuillWorks, literature
Literature
Chapter 3: Shadow over the Golden Age. Silent Coll
Chapter 3: Shadow over the Golden Age. Silent Collapse.
The Golden Age of Esteria seemed as unshakeable as its mountains, as eternal as its forests. But even in the strongest chains, there is always one weak link, and for the King, that link turned out to be love. A sickness struck Queen Isilda suddenly and mercilessly, like a bolt of lightning on a clear day. The slight tremor, the pallor, which the King had attributed to war fatigue, were merely the first harbingers of something far more terrifying. When she lost consciousness in the King's arms, the healer-mages, the best in Esteria, immediately surrounded her. Their faces, usually calm and confident, now expressed helpless horror; their voices were filled with unfamiliar panic as they exchanged anxious glances over her lifeless body.
"This… this is no ordinary illness, Your Majesty," whispered Kelrion, his old voice trembling, his hands futilely attempting to conjure a healing spell. The light of magic, which had always obeyed