The manuscript was yellowed, the tiny handwriting an old rendering of a story about mariners being washed onto the shore of a land where dragons ruled and fairies performed wishes as easily as making tea if the price was right. Harold transcribed it faithfully, using several rare dictionaries in the process, cross-referencing the middle-English to ensure he had the nuances right.
It wasn’t until he was partway through that he absent-mindedly dropped a page onto his soup bowl. No damage was caused, fortunately, but the heat rendered certain words visible that hadn’t been there before.
Excited, he heated the pages, where ancient ink revealed a message faded centuries ago.
Will – Make the dragons a wizard, lose all the fairies but one and make the sea battle a tempestuous storm instead. Lovies, Jasfoup.