Ichabod

Ichabod sighed, yet again he had found a terrified dragon. Midna was starting to get out of hand. Her fame was increasing which meant his workload was, too. The male was a wizard of sorts. Most of the days were spent making healing brews for the traumatized victims of Midna’s attacks. The female never did them any physical harm, but she could destroy their brains. The male may look very similar to her, with a red wizards hat and cape. And yes he does wear torn up silk rags, but that was just what he had available. Even though the male looked like the female, they were polar opposites. Each night he would follow the screams of the innocent victims and once Midna had her fun he would take the dragon in and fix them up. Sometimes for hatchlings he would have to erase all memories of it entirely or else it would be too emotionally damaging for them. The hatchlings were by far the worst. Not because he hated children or anything. No, it was their cries. They always sounded so scared and in pain as their mind kept replaying the imagines and fear took over their every nerve. They would beg him to help them, and he did. The male saved every last dragon and hatchling that he could find. Sure some dragons walked away without a care from Midna's attacks, but if they showed any signs of damage Ichabod was always there to save the day.
~by wolfdragon112~