A Dragon and a Mage (Discontinued Online)

The Beginning

I walked along the street, bored out of my mind, again. It was the same every day, the same repeated cycle. Nothing ever changed.

  It was a quiet morning, no children, no adults. Just me. This town is so tiny stores don't open until late in the afternoon. Most stores anyway. Except for the book store, which is where I'm going.
   If you're wondering why I'm not in school, it's because I'm home-schooled. Yeah, that's a way to meet new people.

I'm currently on my way to the tiny bookstore this tiny town has. I've read just about every book in there, you could say I'm a book worm (Or you could say I had nothing better to do with my time. Either one works really.).

I had heard from my mother that they found an old box, full of books and knick-knacks, that aren't in the best condition.  So today I'm going to see if I can find anything interesting. Hopefully whatever it is they've found will last me a while, and take me out of this pit of boredom.

When I arrived at the bookstore, it had just opened for the day. The bells on the door tinkled as I walk in. My eyes lazily drift over the room, looking for Mrs. Shelley.

Mrs. Shelley is a sixty-something year old lady, who keeps the bookstore. She is a sweet old lady, but more jittery than a caffeinated child. (Due to her obsession with the horror genre.)

When I spotted her, she was sorting through a box. Stacking the contents on the counter, near the register. I greeted the elderly shopkeeper.

"Morning Mrs. Shelley." She jumps;

"Oh! Hello dear! I thought you might be coming around soon, we've got some unsaleable items that you might like." She chuckles, startled by my "sudden" appearance.

"Just help yourself", she continues, "It's all right here."

I shuffle over, looking at each of the items. Several are books, and some are copies of books I've already read, so I pass those over. A couple are new to me, and I take a closer look.

The first is a paperback manual, but I can't make out what for, as the cover has water damage. The second is extremely worn and dog-eared; a fictitious medical guide: "Everything Medically Related to Dragons." the title reads. The third is a leather-bound journal. The journal is mostly empty, with just a few detailed drawings of one of the objects on the counter: A decorative egg. The egg is about the size of a small pot. It's beautifully painted with green swirls, but serves no purpose as far as I can see.

Not much else is there, a couple of bookmarks, a black stone with some red on it, a pair of broken reading glasses, and a poster of a cat with the words "Reading is Fun!".

I take the three books, and the painted egg. I bid adieu to Mrs. Shelley, then head home.