A Simple Duty

Well, today is my first day in the hospital, well, hopefully this will be the first step in them finding what needs to be done to cure my epilepsy, or at least improve upon my situation. I'll still be writing for my blog from here, and providing these wonderful little tales, and here's the next one, enjoy!

A Simple Duty

             The dragon hunched over the old book and adjusted his glasses. After so many centuries of guarding it you'd think he'd care. But he didn't care about the book or the magic words inside, only for the the wizard who entrusted it to him. The man in the dusty old red robes who raised him from when he hatched. The wizard who protected him from trolls and taught him how to breath fire. To the dragon the book only had the value the wizard gave to it. The wizard used his magic to look into the future to see that it would be used to save all the twenty kingdoms from a great evil, so he wrote down every spell he knew and told the dragon to guard the book for ten and a half centuries then seek out someone to use the book to save the twenty kingdoms. The dragon thought of burning the book several times over the centuries with his own fiery breath, or just destroying this evil himself. Or ignoring the problem altogether, after all the only human he cared for was the wizard. But despite his own wishes, he took the book and left the cave.