Book Of Tales

The sound of squeaky wheels filled the desolate atmosphere with an ominous feeling. The wheels drew closer and closer, until it stopped at a door. A pair of white loafers hit the ground as a young boy got off his tricycle. He wore a pair of orange shorts with a large blue jumper over it.

His mop of brown hair was thick with curls. His large green eyes scanned the door for the knob. He wiped a hand over his tanned, freckled face. The young boy stood there for another minute with a large book tucked under his arm. The door finally opened, and Yves stood on the other side of the room, a defeated smile on his face. In the room were various different artifacts.

"Took you long enough." The silver haired man voiced. Fable looked at everything before shrugging. He flicked his free hand forward, and the tricycle entered the room.