*I don't own Jane and the Dragon or its characters
I don't know where the idea came ffrom, but here it is.
In his hands he held a world of words. Drawings, papers, journals and notes directed to the same creature. To a person called Dragon are the words "If only I could see with your eyes"
Love that transcended through time burned in his hands, ached to be left alone. He smiled, and laughed a little, thinking it so odd, and outrageous, but could not conceal. What a simple existence to anyone who discovered it, but to those knowing the legend it was a treasure beyond words. Mallets and swords would have seemed more desirable to any curator, but words like forever and till the end were the rhythms and pulses in his veins and heart. Who would have enjoyed forever but a person who could see it, to a person who wanted it so. And yet, he could not see, not like the girl of long ago, whose emerald eyes, humble armor, and legacy could hold.
In a glass case the treasure protected from dust and mold, held the record of the girl of old, who flew in the skies like a bird with wings, and who the valley sings of her beauty and graces. Soon a world of faces and the words seen by all, and his duty only beginning would be called to talk of the girl with the sword and the beast, and the story of how she came to be known.
The curator with a legacy of his own, though it better to leave his family alone. It was not so simple, and could be avoided, he was know Draco D'Arc Breech but as D.A.B. to those that known him. Why would it he do? What was his gain? Only to protect his one good family name, not from the critics, or seeking fame, but to a world of words keep alive the girl that seemed born of flame.