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(https://www.patreon.com/c/TAoRM) The bright sun rose over Woodland Village yet again. For Ryan Michaels, having been here in the fantastical world of Elora for almost two weeks now, it was now like the sunrises he’d get at home in Suburbia, but without as many homes, cars, or observatories in the mountains. However, one thing stuck out like a sore thumb, maybe two; he looked much paler, his eyes were bloodshot and baggy, and there was an audible rasp in even his faintest breath. Still, as usual, he headed down the stairs of the cabin toward the kitchen at the smell of breakfast with a noticeable stumble every now and then, meeting Aurora, who was making chicken sausage, biscuits, and eggs for her, Ryan, and Foxy. However, Aurora looked as if she saw a ghost when she locked eyes with him. “Ryan, what’s happened to you!?” she exclaimed. “I don’t know, Aurora,” Ryan replied, sounding ghoulish. “I just woke up like this.” Ryan coughed and wheezed violently. Then, Aurora put down her cooking utensils and went towards Ryan. She put her paw to Ryan’s forehead. “Whoa,” she said. “You’re as warm as the pan I’m using!” “So it’s just a bad fever?” sniffled Ryan. |