As she said it the world started to dim as night came. A silence filled the air between the three of us. 

The weight of what she'd said hit me like a sudden, cold, downpour. Maybe Puff felt it too as he shifted closer and gingerly spread his wing over my shoulder. I leaned against his forearm to keep myself standing. Could a Scribe do that to a story? Just, stop writing it? Changes, if they made sense, were fine, but to leave a story unfinished? My journey would be unfinished. I'd be unfinished. I couldn't let that happen.

"Originality isn't about ideas, it's about what you do with them," I said looking up at her. "This story is about a nieve little girl in a perfect world. A world that was shattered when the Nightshades attacked her city and dragged her and her father off for ransom and how they threw them in a lake when it didn't get paid. It's a story about how I drowned and was brought back to life by a Ranger, who could've left me and my dad for dead to go after those that attack my town. This is the story about how I go to flight school after all these years with my favorite, annoying, dragon to have the opportunity to be half the hero Avalon is." Tears burned my eyes as my stare bore into Scribe.

"This is our story. It is original." I choked out. "And you're the only one who can write it."

Understanding slowly changed the Scribe's features into a beaming smile with teary eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered, she walked over for a hug and I embraced her, clinging tightly to her clothes. Puff adjust his wing so it sheltered the both of us.

"You're right." She sniffed. "It's our own story. He can't write you or Puff. No one can."

"Does that mean I get to live?" Puff asked hopefully.

"Yes, you both get to live." The Scribe laughed. "At least in book one." She pulled back and wiped away some fallen tears. "Now for that Exam."

I felt overjoyed. "So I'm getting that Ruby Red right?" I asked with a teasing note in my voice.

"Nope!" Scribe said cheerily. "Don't worry; you'll make it work with Puff."

"Shakespeare," Puff said.

"Puff."

"Marlowe."

Scribe smiled fondly at me. "Thank you." She said softly.

"Gatsby?" Puff tried.

"Maybe next time you're stuck you can try talking it over with me instead of using death threats." I replied.

We both laughed, and even Puff snorted.

Scribe looked at the Emerald. "Sorry I tried to kill you."

Puff stared at her.

"And for combining you with her brother."

Puff said nothing.

"And for even putting the idea of you two being love interests in the air. It won't be mention ever again."

Puff smiled and gave a nod. "All is forgiven."

There was a bright explosion of light that blinded my eyes. I shielded them and blinked rapidly, we were back at the school. Everything was back as it was. I looked over at Puff who met my gaze warmly.

Then I looked down at the doodle of the happy dragon holding a baby in its arms; I grabbed a nearby stick and drew a circle around them, framing the picture. I smiled. Things would always work out in the end.