11 years old and so much responsibility. She wasn’t supposed to be doing this, thought Juniper Lee. Poring over tome after tome, each seemingly older and dustier than the last while her dog gave her lectures like a third grade teacher from Hell. Sure, being the Te Xuan Ze, the magical protector of the border between the normal world and the world of magical creatures, was supposed to be some great honor. And she saw things that no others humans would dream could possibly be real outside of fantasy and fiction.
On the other hand… look at these books! They were older than her grandmother’s great grandmother, and that was probably an understatement. And they were about as boring as her grandmother’s great grandmother, if not more so. She could only hear about so many different minute variations of dragons and potato-growing potions before they began to run together, and she could feel her eyes beginning to close.