Tales of the Lorekeepers 01 - Rise of the Red Dragon

mythology.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I want to read up on them. Can I be interested in something without asking permission first?”
    “Okay, okay! Maybe I’ll try to find an encyclopedia of magic as well. The Gryphon’s Lair only sells make-believe stuff—pretty books to make a quick buck. Maybe I can find the real thing somewhere else.”
    At the role-playing shop, Lucian immediately went for the rack of plastic swords, hoping to find a weapon that would be worthy of his role. Samuel went straight for the counter where he had purchased the dice, not so long ago. He peeked inside the glass display, knowing what he would see, but still needing confirmation.
    Just as he had thought, the black dice were gone.
    “Excuse me,” he called to a nearby clerk. “I came here two nights ago and purchased a pair of white dice, kind of looked like ivory, without anything on them.”
    “So?” replied the clerk.
    “You also had a pair of black ones at the time. I was hoping to buy those as well.”
    The clerk leaned over the counter and looked through the glass.
    “I think we sold those, man. I don’t see them.”
    “I am aware of that, but maybe you remember who bought them, and where I could reach them?”
    “Look dude, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. A lot of kids come through this store all the time. Maybe it’s someone at your school, I don’t know. Why don’t you ask around?”
    Samuel was getting a little frustrated with the clerk’s unwillingness to help him out.
    He had seen a dragon and fought Saxons, for cripes sake.
    “Well, maybe you could ask your coworkers or look in the computer. It would mean the world to me if you could trace the name or a phone number.”
    “Dude, I can’t, okay? If you want your dice so bad, call the manufacturer, I don’t care.”
    Without waiting for a reply, the clerk turned and walked away.
    Frustrated, Samuel stormed out of the store, leaving Lucian to play with a fairly realistic weapon he had found, making whooshing noises as he swung it through the air.
    It was too bad Samuel had asked the wrong clerk. Had he come in a few minutes later, an older employee would have come back from his dinner break. That man, who was much more friendly, could have told the Lorekeeper about someone who had stopped by earlier in the day, asking the same question he had, but about a pair of white dice.
    Instead, Samuel walked across the mall to the bookstore. He walked straight to the fantasy section and pulled out every mythological encyclopedia legend compilation he could put his hand on.
    He had a lot of reading to do.

    THE END

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TALES OF THE LOREKEEPERS, TOME 2: THE GIANTS OF ALBION

    CHAPTER 1

    “Both of you shut up or they’ll spot us!”
    Samuel hadn’t even bothered turning around. After crawling for an hour over leaf-covered ground and through spider webs—praying every time they were vacant—he was not about to move a single muscle and risk being seen by the enemy.
    “If we don’t get moving soon, I’m going to piss my pants,” said a blond boy named Thomas, who was right behind Samuel.
    “Stop complaining and go piss somewhere else,” said Tony, the second of Samuel’s companions.
    Like Thomas, Tony was a little shorter than Samuel, but his hair was black and curly, and he had the largest nostrils Samuel had ever seen.
    “I hope you trained yourself with a sword or you’ll be the one pissing your pants,” Thomas retorted.
    The curly-haired boy picked up a handful of wet leaves and threw them at Thomas. The leaves only flew a couple of inches and landed on Samuel’s neck. Samuel let out a deep sigh of exasperation.
    “That’s enough, both of you!” he said, lifting himself on his elbows. “If you keep on bickering like that, you’re going to ruin everything. Our friends depend on us, so this is not the time to fight among ourselves. Save it for the