There was once a great glassmaker whose crafts were supreme amongst others' glasses. His glasses sparkle and shine like no other. This made other great glassmakers jealous of him.
So one night, the jealous glassmakers decided to intrude his workshop to uncover his secrets. The glassmaker was asleep in his quarters and the workshop was left unguarded. The jealous glassmakers found nothing but expected items for a fine glassmaker. Fine sand, exotic sand, black sand, glass shards, and lime. They thoroughly searched his workshop and soon his home but nothing came to light.
Then, they found a crystal in a glass chest hidden underneath his bed. It sparkled and shined in an enviable sheen. Some parts of it has been filed. Clearly an evidence of dust of this very crystal has been used in his recipe. It must be the secret ingredient.
The jealous glassmakers opened the chest and prepared themselves to take the shimmering stone, but before they could take it, somebody spoke and stopped them.
"Stop! You cannot take the crystal," somebody said in a deep and loud intimidating voice.
"Who are you to stop us?" The jealous glassmakers replied. They looked around but they saw nobody.
"I am the one that guards this place and everything in it. It belongs to none of you. Only its rightful owner can take and use it safely," the voice answered.
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"It's not like we need to actually touch it to use it. We could use gloves and tongs," the jealous glassmakers mockingly replied. "Show yourself, fiend."
"I am right in front of you," the voice answered. They squinted in the dark murky workshop and saw a cyan salamander with a pair of sparkling fiery eyes on the counter in front of them.
The jealous glassmakers were surprised and stepped back. They never expected a creature only spoken in legend to appear before them.
"What's wrong? I don't believe my appearance is that jawdropping," the salamander remarked.
"If this crystal is that valuable to legends such as you, why not take it for yourself instead of that pitiful glassmaker?" The jealous glassmakers said.
"You really want the glassmaker to fail, is it. As I said, the crystal you seek to own can only be handled safely by its rightful owner, which is the glassmaker you spite. Even I, a legend you speak, cannot touch that shining treasure," the salamander answered.
"What if you're lying?" One of the jealous glassmakers asked. "Legends always speak of creatures such as you use cunning to trick thieves from stealing their riches."
"Legends-smeagends. Not all stories of legends you hear are done by agents such as me. If I were a cunning dragon hoarding this valuable gem, why would I hide it in a poor place always near the prying eyes of pitiful thieves," the salamander replied. "Go on and take it if you want. The day is nigh. Just leave a piece for the glassmaker to cry."
Despite the salamander's warnings and request, the jealous glassmakers took the entire cache, chest and crystal. The salamander stood on its hind legs to see them go. The salamander only sighed.