I was traveling into the town of Framsburg, after being in the wilderness for some time. As I got nearer the town, the more people I saw running in the opposite direction. I ended up stopping a person and asking what was wrong.
“A dragon has invaded our town. It’s settled itself in the library.” he told me. That’s a shame, I thought. Framsburg was known for its great library and now it was probably going to all end up in flames from the dragon’s breath. Fancying myself to be a hero, I drew my sword and walked purposefully into the town.
When I got to the town’s centre, sure enough the Great Library had a hole in its side and smoke was drifting out. I inhaled slowly to settle my nerves and then strode in to the building. There in the centre all the books had been gathered into a vast pile, and a bronze dragon was sitting on top reading a book. The dragon looked down on me.
“This is the hero they send to chase me away? A young blonde-haired girl with a sword? Oh I’m so afraid.” the dragon said as he rolled his eyes. He then returned to his book.
“I thought dragons liked to sit on a vast horde of treasure.” I said to him.
“And I am. Take a look girl.”
“I don’t understand.” I replied. The dragon sighed and put his book down again.
“All books are treasures. Inside they contain knowledge not found anywhere else, or stories and poems that are unique and may never be seen again. It’s all worth far more than mere jewels or gold.” I pouted at his words. I had never read a book. I always left that to the wizards or clerics.
“You can’t eat a book, or buy weapons with it.” I argued.
“Yet a book can instruct you how to grow food, or even make your own weapons.” the dragon countered.
“So you like books.” I stated, only because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Like? I love books. I adore them. You could say I’m a bookworm.” the dragon replied.
“Or maybe a book-wyrm.” I quipped.The dragon laughed.
“Yes I see what you did there. Very funny. Now run along and let me continue reading, or I’ll eat you.” the dragon said.
I knew there was little I could do. I couldn’t defeat him on my own and there was no point in dying needlessly, so I left the dragon to his books. Maybe I should find some books to read myself, I pondered as I walked away.
This was written with the prompt bookworm provided by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #318.
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