Emma, a shy girl with curious eyes, tiptoes between the towering shelves, the light of her lantern flickering across dusty tomes. She pauses, heart racing, as she senses movement in the periphery—a strange shimmer, not quite a shadow, slinks along the spines of forgotten books. When she lifts her lantern higher, the shadowy figure of a dragon’s wing flutters across the wall.

Seraphis the Dragon, his outline immense yet transparent, opens his mouth but only a sigh escapes—there is no fire. Next to him, Sir Cedric the Knight, clad in the faint shimmer of spectral armor, clutches his shadowy sword, his posture drooping. "I cannot breathe fire," the dragon laments, his voice echoing with longing. "And I have forgotten how to be brave," the knight confesses, his helmet bowed. Emma listens, her empathy kindling as she realizes their stories are lost.

Emma pauses at a riddle inscribed on a golden plaque: “To find your tale, you must ignite what’s inside.” She turns to Seraphis with encouragement. "Maybe your fire isn’t just in your breath, but in your heart. What do you remember loving most?" "I remember the warmth of sunlight on my scales and the joy of flying over emerald valleys," the dragon replies, his eyes glimmering as a faint ember glows within.

Sir Cedric hesitates, trembling as ghostly voices taunt his failures. Emma gently takes his hand. "Courage isn’t having no fear—it’s moving forward even when you’re scared," she says softly. "Then I will try, for you and for our stories," he answers, stepping forward. With each step, his form grows more solid, and the corridor fills with a golden glow.

Seraphis inhales deeply, releasing a spiral of warm, golden flame that dances around the tome. Sir Cedric lifts his sword, the blade now radiant with courage, and touches it to the book’s cover. "Thank you, Emma. You have given us back our light," "And our stories," adds the knight, as their shadows begin to fade, drawn gently back into their pages.

Emma smiles, her shyness replaced by a quiet confidence. The library feels less lonely now, every shadow a friend and every book a world waiting to be found. "I’ll come back tomorrow night," she whispers, her promise echoing in the dawn-lit silence.