Oscar and the Shy Dragon
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Deep in an ivy-covered castle, Oscar heard a sound like someone trying very hard not to cry — a small, muffled sniffle drifting down from somewhere high above. Curious, he followed the winding stone stairs up, up, past cobwebbed windows and flickering torches, until he reached a tower room.
There, tucked into the farthest corner, he found a small dragon curled into a tight, trembling ball, wisps of smoke puffing nervously from its nose. "Please don't be scared," the dragon whispered, "I don't want to hurt anyone with my fire."
Oscar sat down slowly beside him, close enough to be friendly but far enough to feel safe. "I'm not scared," he said gently. "Why don't you want anyone to see your fire?"
The dragon explained, in a small, wobbly voice, that every time he tried to breathe even a tiny puff of flame, everyone in the castle went running. He'd been hiding in the tower ever since, too afraid of scaring anyone to come down.
Oscar noticed how cold the tower room was, the stone walls damp and draughty, and had an idea. "Could you light just one candle?" he asked. "Just a small one, right here?"
Nervously, the little dragon puffed the gentlest breath of flame Oscar had ever seen, and the candle on the windowsill flickered to life, warm and golden. Oscar clapped his hands in delight, and slowly, the dragon's worried face began to soften into something like a smile.
Word travelled quickly through the castle, and soon an owl, a fox, and a whole family of rabbits gathered at the tower door, peering in curiously rather than fearfully. When they saw the warm, glowing candlelight, they cheered — they'd been cold in their corners of the castle for weeks, never realising a shy dragon nearby could have helped all along.
One by one, the castle's creatures brought their own candles and lanterns for the dragon to light, and one by one, he lit them all, his flames growing steadier and more confident with each gentle puff. By evening, the whole castle glowed gold with dragon-lit candlelight, warm and flickering in every window.
The dragon curled up that night not in a lonely tower, but in the great hall, surrounded by new friends who thanked him again and again. Oscar sat beside him, watching the warm light dance across the stone walls.
Oscar drifted off to sleep listening to the dragon's quiet, happy purring echo down the stone halls, the whole castle glowing softly around them both, warm and safe and no longer afraid of the dark.
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