Grey thumbed through the arenose tomb searching for answers to questions he shouldn’t have asked.

I must find it. …I will fly

By his bloodshot eyes, it looked as though he hadn’t slept in days…but it was more like months. He had scoured the libraries and archives of every town he passed through. Each one left him with more questions and fewer answers. Now he studied in the stillness of this library.

“Empty” Grey mused “, just like all the others. So few mortals seek the power of knowledge.”


Just then something caught Grey’s attention, the smell of parchment. Not musty like the ancient grimoires he was reading, but fresh and crisp. He turned away from his reading, and saw a young mortal woman. She seemed very intent on reading the cover title of the book.

An acolyte of the ancient dragons in a musty library late at night reading an ancient book of sorcery wasn’t exactly the name he wanted to make for himself in the world of men.

The mortals will fear I am plotting something…and what will the other dragons say! “Look everyone. There goes Grey, the failure!!

Grey panicked. The lack of sleep and food had made him paranoid. He jumped quickly to his feet, tucked the book under his arm, and ran past the mortal girl almost knocking her down. Dashing down the long corridors of books, Grey searched for a way out.

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