The old bookstore had always been my escape, but today it felt different, almost magical. The ancient timber framwork rose high above my head as I walked through the doors and Miss Pat waved at me from behind the desk. I waved back, smiling, before going towards my usual chair. It was one of the biggest chairs in the giant library. It was a rich, velvety green colour and had dark, mahogany arms that rolled over the edge to make it the comfiest chair I’ve ever had the pleasure to sit in.

Sighing, I took a seat, sinking into the plush cushion and pulling the small, patchwork quilt over my legs that propped themselves on the small stool. Eagerly, I grabbed my book out my bag and thats when I felt that magic again. I ran my hands back over the arms of the chair, feeling an almost euphoric sensation. It was as if the library was greeting me. Shaking my head and blaming my silly imagination, I returned to my book, Daughter of a Dragon Trainer, opening it to where I’d placed my bookmark.

I began to read, the story seeping into ny soul and that’s when I heard a small huff. And then there was smoke. A small, grey cloud of it that seemed to shimmer with silver round the edges. My eyes turned slowly to see a very cute, very purple dragon! I gasped with disbelief, recognising the creature from my book instantly. Rich purple scales and huge wings and fiery, orange eyes that were almost as big as its face. Or her face should I say.

“Hi Millie.” I whispered, not wanting to scare her off.

Surprisingly, she came straight to my hand and seemed to be smiling as she nuzzled up against it. Then she squealed with glee and another puff of smoke appeared.

“Shall we go on an adventure?” I asked, “Like your story?”

She nodded, nudging the book open to the map of this fantasy world seemingly come true.

“Onwards my little Millie!” I laughed and it seemed like she was laughing to and she took my hand and began to fly.

Up, up and away….