The Weekday One Hundred

I navigated the underground caverns alone, my trusty torch lighting the way. Second night on patrol and I was tasked with guarding the kingdom’s prized possession – three adult dragons.

A well-paid, high-profile post handed to me by one of King Berideon’s most trusted advisors.

But I lacked purpose. The dragons were usually asleep and imprisoned behind fireproof iron bars. Escape was an impossibility.

Two village kids suddenly darted into view, eyes wide and breathless, risking everything just for a glimpse.

Then it hit me.

I wasn’t there to keep the dragons in.

I was there to keep the fools out.