Story #1. The Scribe (The story begins)

The Scribe

In the crystal library sits a young scribe bent over a marble table, scribbling notes on a piece of parchment. The ink and notes layer over each other to make it almost unreadable. He  crumples the sheet up into a ball and throws it on the ground with a sigh. An elderly, bearded man, walks up behind him. He leans over him as he grabs for another piece.

“You know those don’t grow on trees Weldon?”

Weldon turns in his chair to look at the man.

“I know Titus, but I just don’t know what to write. I really hate having to write this paper.” He starts writing new ideas on the new sheet.

“But you need to or else your not…”

“I know!,” interrupts Weldon, “ I need it to be a real scribe. But everything has been written already. Legends, knowledge, myths, spells, secrets, even cookbooks!”

Titus stokes his grey beard slowly, thinking. He  chuckles a bit and looks down at the young lad.

“Ah, but there are no guides.” he says with a wink.

“Guides?”

“World guides.”, He explains with a smile on his face, “a guide to places of the world. Talking about the cultures, countries, myths, legends, and histories.”

The young man looks at him astonished, “But that would take years to write!”

“Well, you better get started”