William, the dragon boy has been a dragon for over 200 years, and the boy part of him is a perpetual 21 years old.
Isabel was curious about what William told her about himself and that she would not be a prisoner for life.
“I will teach you all you need to know over time. I can only visit you in your dreams for now. There will come a day when you will see me when you are awake. It is then that our real magic will begin.” William, the dragon said.
When Isabel awoke she had a stack of pancakes with syrup, a bowl of curds, and a large tankard of spring water and a china mug filled with milk.
Isabel ate and thrived. She longed for her hours of sleep so she could see William, the dragon boy. She wanted to know more about him and she longed to know what her own future would bring.
Isabel slept again for a short time. There was nothing to do in the dungeon. She wished she could have a diary and a pen so she could fill her days writing about her new found life in her dreams. She didn’t see William, but when she woke there was a lamp that glowed, but there was no flame. Beside the lamp was a book with blank pages and a quill that worked without bottled ink.
Isabel opened the book and saw an inscription. It said:
“My dear Princess: I heard your wishes. This is the diary you wished for. It’s a magic diary and the quill is magic too.”
“Write whatever your heart desires. I will explain more as your heart and mind can accept and believe. You must believe for the magic to work. I will tell you more when we meet again.”
Isabel was thrilled to see her writing material. She picked up the quill and examined it closely. It didn’t look like any quill she had seen before.
To her surprise, when she picked up the quill it glowed and sparked like pink diamonds. On the writing end there was a hard tip.
Out of curiosity, Isabel put the quill to the top right of the second page. She wrote the day and the date. Her eyes grew big as she saw her writing magically appear in fine script. Here is what she wrote:
Tuesday, August 13, 1497
Isabel could not believe her eyes! The quill she held in her hand was writing magically.
She continued to write:
I have been abandoned by my father, the king of this fair kingdom. My only friend is a dragon boy. He is a boy who was condemned to be a dragon forever. His name is William. He is magical and he said he has much to teach me.
Oh if I could just have one wish. I wish for my father to love me. I long to hear that he loves me. I wish I could tell the king that I, his royal subject, would gladly die if it would bring his beloved queen back to him.
She quickly learned she could change the script from fine to bold by adjusting the amount of pressure she exerted on the quill. She was so happy she laughed aloud.
Her days were no longer long hours if loneliness. She could write her sorrows and her joys. She could write her dreams and what she hopes to become.
To be continued in Chapter 4