Treasure

The stairs of the cellar basement creaked and groaned as Treasure walked down them, glittering chains clinking with every step downwards. Her mask was tilted down, obscuring her face from any recognition even though there was no other dragon in her vault. Candles twinkling on her long back, flickering every which way, casting no shadow. She huffed a breath through her covered nostrils, she was already tired. The descent down was cold, freezing icicles reflecting light, bouncing it across every reflectable surface and back out the blacked-out windows.

"One more day, just one more," She muttered to her self, stopping at the locked door. She grabbed the key from her long neck and shoved it into the lock mechanism. Gem, gold, goblets, swords, and diamonds greeted her view into the vault. She slinked over to an overfilled treasure chest and rummaged through its contents until she found what she was looking for, a silver mirror. She turned back around, retracing her steps back up the staircase, locking the door again and over to her waiting guest.

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Treasure twisted her mirror to face the reflective wooden desk she sat before. The young dragon that had come to her for help earlier worried her, for what reason could he have wanted a silver mirror? And what was he trying to do with it? She walked back over to the entryway and spotted something on the floor, a book perhaps? She walked closer and picked it up.

"The strange and mysterious volume one: ghosts and ghouls," She read aloud, sighing. Why, why did-- what was his name again? Polar? Parsley, whatever-- he have to go running off doing dangerous things? She loved Patty like her own son, she knew him when he hatched and as he grew up, even if he didn't remember it. She needed to go after him, this could only land him in danger or worse!

Treasure ran back to her vault a new vigor in her step.

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by DetectivePopcorn thank you!