# Wizard Bram and the Dragon School of Castle Brightspire

In the kingdom of Larkstone, Castle Brightspire stood on a hill like a tall, shiny candle. Its towers were pale stone, its flags were sky-blue, and its windows winked in the sun.

Inside the castle lived Princess Elowen. She was kind and curious. She liked to ask, “Why?” and “How?” and “What happens next?”

But the most curious person in the whole castle was not the princess.

It was Wizard Bram.

Wizard Bram wore a deep green cloak with pockets that jingled. He had soft, sandy hair and warm eyes. He was the castle wizard, and he had a job that sounded scary at first.

He trained dragons.

Not mean dragons. Not dangerous dragons. Wizard Bram trained dragons to be helpful, gentle, and safe.

“You can’t just tell a dragon what to do,” Bram would say. “You must teach him what to do.”

On a bright morning, a small boy named Max carried a tray of bread rolls to the kitchen. Max was a castle page. That meant he ran errands, opened doors, and tried very hard not to spill things.

As Max walked past a tall wooden door, he heard a rumbling sound.

*Rrrrmm.*

Then a sneeze that sounded like a tiny thunderstorm.

“Achoo!”

Max stopped. His eyes grew wide. His tummy felt wiggly.

“Was that… a dragon?” he whispered.

The wooden door cracked open. A puff of warm air rolled out like a blanket.

Wizard Bram peeked his head through. “Max! Perfect timing. Would you like to help me today?”

Max held the tray tight. “Help you… with the dragon?”

Bram nodded. “Yes. But only if you want to. Dragons learn best when humans act calm.”

Max felt scared—his knees felt watery. But he also felt curious—his head felt buzzy.