Spirit

In front of Aldin was a butterfly the size of his arms closed into a fist, it’s wings were white with a shade of gold at the tips and black spots at the centre. It’s pearl looking eyes starred at Aldin innocently.

“I am the spirit of the great dragon king’s ring,” the butterfly said.

“Which ring?” ALdin asked.

“The ring in your hand,”

“This is the great dragon king’s ring,”

“I just thought it was meant to help me keep my body at it best state,”

“The great spirit ring is much more than that, it hold other great features that you can use, while also helping you hide your identity,”

“What identity?”

“Sorry, but the information is unavailable,”

“What do you mean unavailable.”

“The information you are seeking is not accessible,”

‘Maybe I should just leave it at that, I wonder what else it can do,’ Aldin thought to himself.

“What can the ring do?” Aldin asked.