Sage of Scrolls and Secrets

== Chapter 1 ==
It was morning again. Normally I like the mornings, waking up to the soft light of the sun coming in from the curtains to touch the room, the olive green carpet that covered most of the wooden floor bathed in warmth from those first morning rays, a single open book or scroll the only sign of mess. But ever since she moved in, I’ve woken up with harsh light glaring in my eyes, the room a tangle of powders and other beauty products. There she stood at the vanity, applying some kind of gloss all over her scales. I tried to make as little noise as possible, hoping she’d stay focused on her makeup routine, but I wasn’t so lucky this time. 
  “HI BESTIE!”, she screamed. “You finally woke up, now could you like please clean up this mess. It it is driving me cray-cray”. Those last few words had a touch of singsong in them, which only annoyed me even more. But there was no point in arguing with Astrid, it only ever made the situation worse. Ignoring the gnawing pains of hunger that surfaced in my stomach, I began picking up various tubes and cosmetics and setting them down on the shelf by the vanity, all the while thinking about breakfast. 
      “By the way Sarge, could you be a doll and go grab me some honey drops for breakfast. Pretty please”. 
     “It’s Sage, and uh-
     “Oh come on sweetie”
     “Yeah, I can go grab some I  guess”. Before she could say another word, I glided down from the loft we shared, and headed downstairs. 
    I live in a library, mainly because I work there. They had a spare loft room, and let me live in it as long as I keep an eye on all the books while the others are out. Other than me, the only other dragons that live in the library are the owner, Miss Peach Blossom, and of course Astrid. She was Peach Blossom’s niece, who had recently moved to Beetlebrook from the hives, and was living with her aunt. In exchange for a raise, and a promise that it would be temporary, Peach Blossom and I agreed that she could share the loft with me until she bought a residence of her own. But that was before I met her, and now I regret that decision more than anything. But what’s done is done, and hopefully she can move out soon anyway. Below the loft was a storage room, which was packed with old and used books on dark wood bookshelves. A spider spun its web in one corner, and I thought about how it didn’t have to deal with an annoying and dismissive roommate, or webmate I guess. Nobody really used this room, and it was mostly just a place to shove forgotten items that took up space in the library. I opened the old, creaky door that led out of this part of the building, and exited near the back of the main library room. A few dragons were milling about the place, looking at the books stacked along the cracked shelves. A red and gold silkwing lay on a window seat, engrossed in her scroll, and nearby a brownish-green leafwing was checking out the history section. I was nearing the exit when I bumped into Peach Blossom. 
   “Oh sorry” she said, straightening her glasses. “I didn’t see you there. How’d you sleep last night Sage?”. 
   “Good”, I lied. “Just going out to get breakfast for me and Astrid”. 
   “It’s so nice seeing you two get along, you’ve really made her feel at home here. I’m just so glad I don’t have to worry about my niece on top of everything else”. 
   “Yeah, I’m glad I could help”. As I spoke I was careful to mask my tone with a fake sense of excitement. Peach Blossom was in a rough spot right now. Her sister, who she told me was basically her best friend, had disappeared suddenly one day, along with her grandpa. It was rumored that the two had traveled to go see a vineyard together, but never arrived. Nobody was sure why, and Peach Blossom was taking the news the hardest, them being her family and all. Plastering another fake smile across my snout, I exited the library. 
     The sky was mostly clear today, with little puffs of clouds floating amongst the enthralling blue sea that blanketed this world from above. I set out walking along the street, and quickly made my way to the market. Dragons were just beginning to open up, with many of the stalls still remaining empty, but thankfully the honey drops wasn’t one of them. I pulled out my scale pouch, and after exchanging greetings with the owner, I left with a box of them, as well as some fresh fruit purchased from another stall. I ate my breakfast on the way back to the library, making sure to stash a few honey drops under the counter when I returned. Me and the other employees always left snacks there in case anybody got hungry while on the job. I left the half-eaten box of honey drops just below the loft, with a note saying I had to go work for the day. Strolling out of the room, I took my spot in the roundabout desk in the middle of the building. Sitting behind the counter, I eyeballed the surrounding dragons. A few more had come in since I’d left, but not many. A silkwing and a leafwing hung out in the children’s section, with a few others, who looked to be their dragonets. Another group of Silkwings were all looking at the fiction section, and a hivewing and a leafwing were sitting down reading a scroll on fishing together. Slowly, more dragons began entering and leaving, with me marking down all the books they had checked out. The day passed in a blur, with a quick break for lunch, and then I was back on the job. 
  By the time my shift was over, it was mid-afternoon and I had just finished checking out the last series of books. A pale orange silkwing had a stack of scrolls and tomes on the Tree Wars; she told me it was for her thesis. I like talking with the dragons as I check out the scrolls. You can learn a lot about dragons by the books they read, and why they read them. I was just gliding up to the loft, when my peaceful flight was interrupted by a loud “CRASH” coming from below. I immediately swiveled around midair, and saw what was probably the strangest thing I ever had seen here in Beetlebrook.
== Chapter 2 ==
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