The Dragon; an Anthology

Fountain of Youth

I sat down under the tree. Some people might think it's weird, but I think it's calming. Twigs crunching stole my attention. I quieted my breath and listened. I loved hearing what people would say to their loved ones. This wasn't a grieving loved one,

"We know you can find it. You've always been good at finding things"

It was a man; he sounded angry,

"Finding things that exist, yeah. Eternal Youth is not a thing. I can't find it" 

A woman who sounded scared. He pulled something out. She gasped,

"you'll do it if you want to live. Every day you procrastinate, you lose one of your precious children"

I slid off my bench and fell back to earth. I stood up, dusting off my pants. They didn't hear me as I slipped away. She would never find what she was looking for. Not because it didn't exist. But because she and everyone before her never had the guts to kill me. I am the protector of the Grail and the waters of life. I would have to die for the waters to activate. And no one would kill a little girl. No matter how old I really was.