1. The Box
“Long before time had even begun or even thought of, thar was information, information on t' past, present and future. Information on everythin' that has and has not been discovered. What be hidden in legend and meth in writin' and dreams; everythin' ever thought be real. Memories, thoughts and feelin's o' everythin' ever created. One would think impossible that all this information be held inside a box t' size o' a die. It transports itself from place t' place movin' and stayin' as long as it pleases. It can float in midair and it be invisible t' all except those who believe it exists, t' those who don’t believe, it be hardly thar. It will appear t' those deservin' o' its power, they will be able t' see what t' box holds. Some say this box be magic even,” told a man with a long black beard, damp clothes, knee-high black leather boots and a very large scaly neck piece. “Ha, what a load o’ crap!” laughed a balding, fat bellied, Man. “I be intendin' t' take over t' world with it," boasted the smiling man. “It be true, I'm tellin' you. I've seen it for meself, it disappeared as soon as I saw it, but I had enough time t’ find out where t’ treasure be hidin’,” he tried to convince the fat man. “T' rum be gettin' t' your head,” the fat man winked, sculling his alcohol “No, you're wrong I have a dragon as proof. I've been thar bucko, t' a place o' creatures dark, trust me when I say this mate, you'd prefer t' be went t' Davy Jones' locker”. He pulled out from around his neck, what had appeared to be a thick neck piece was a four legged, horned, two winged, long tailed dragon. Most people ran for their lives, while others froze where they were, motionless from freight. “Believe me now, Horace?” the man jumped on the now towering creature. The dragon started to stretch out its wings and break the roof off of the bar. The dragon lifted its wings and took flight. The force from the wings coming down flattened what was left of the bar.