The dragon fled through the whirlwinding maze that were the thickening clouds of the sky, but the white walls never once hindered the wizard’s pace they crumbled, dispersed, and dissolved into nothing with a mere word of his, with a mere glance. The dragon knew this, and so it flew toward an ancient hiding place amidst the clouds.
But before the beast could allow himself to breathe, the clouds became turbulent, rolled like waves to the sides, and faded like smoke in the night. The wizard appeared in the heart of the chaos, hooded, holding a staff with an orb that shone a blue brighter than the purest jewel.
He gazed at the dragon through shadowed eyes. “It is useless to run. It is useless to hide. And so I ask you to stay still, and hear the words I have to speak. There’s not a grain of sand in my soul with intentions to harm you, but if you keep flying away my soul will become a desert.”
The dragon’s extremities quivered. Its eyes wavered and swayed with fear. But still it stepped forth, hunched over the wizard, loomed over him. “I have set entire deserts afire. I ha--”
“And yet you tremble, and yet you fear.”
“Speak,” the dragon said at last, its voice carried the weight of ages long gone, of old winds, of time itself.
“ You think you are the last dragon, but you are mistaken. I have found another, and she is here, in the core of my staff. I can shatter your solitude, bring dragons back to life, and promise you protection.”
The dragon stared deeply into the blue orb of the wizard’s staff. “What is it that you want?”
“For you to take me to the Forgotten Library, where all knowledge rests.”
“Come,” the dragon said, doubts and resignation tainted its voice. The old creature knew the color of the wizard’s heart, the old creature knew the chaos in the wizard’s mind.
But still it was a small price to pay to bring back its kind.
👉 What do you think the wizard will use the knowledge for? -- Art by: Carter Adair