Thread:SweetSquidTea/@comment-34508844-20191021015047/@comment-34508844-20191021025131

“Smoothcheeks... Smoothcheeks.” It was the voice, the King had been hearing it moments before he fell asleep. The voice alerted him and made him shiver in fear. The voice was very deep in him perhaps, as his Priests weren’t able to find anything around him or in him. The voice grew louder and louder each day, and it always told him the same thing. “Destroy. Bird. Island.” Each time it told him this, he refused and demanded that the spirit showed itself, but nothing appeared. The distressed King would fall asleep and the next morning finding himself in a another area, or building. Then, it happened. The King fell in a deep sleep, one he felt most comfortable in. Soon he woke up 3 days later, ordering the destruction of Bird Island.