“Welcome to the What Is Wing of the Under Library. How may we assist you?” The Librarian leaned over the desk and asked the small, bloody, and barely alive dog.

“I am the last of my order. I’ve traveled long and far to get here, all based on rumors that you can preserve our traditions for a future generation of dogs.” The dog coughed hard as it spoke.

“What is your name, little one?” The Librarian asked gently. It came out in front of the desk and helped the dog up.

“I am called Spot, first of the Pedigree Paladins.” The dog answered.

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“Well, Spot, it’s great to meet you. I’m going to carry you to a special room behind the desk where we can begin work on transcribing your legacy into a book. It will take quite a while, and that will mean extending your suffering. Are you sure you’re okay with that?” The Librarian worked to bandage some of the dog’s wounds as it spoke.

“Yes. If I must suffer to make sure that the worlds without end still contain the potential for guardians to rise up and defend the innocent, then that is what I must do.” Spot rose his head on these words, making sure to look deep into the Libarian’s eyes.

“I understand. Then we will make sure your legacy is not forgotten.” The Librarian answered the dog’s request.