A Dragon's view...

​Drip... Drip... Drip...  That was all that was left of the huge waterfall that once gushed over the cliff and feed the pool where the white Dragon gave her tear to four sisters.  There was just enough of a trickle to keep the moonflowers growing, but now the spring was almost dry.

That was the first flash of images Awena saw in her mind when she had picked up the scroll in the Sleeping Sisters' library that told her she had found what she was looking for.  It happened while she had been hunting for any information that she could find on Aralt, the Herald.  When her hand brushed over the tattered parchment, a quick flash of images flew through her third eye. Knowing that, Awena sat down, calmed her mind, and while holding the scroll in her hand uttered, "Reveala - I see You!"​  Before she knew it she was transported to another time and another place.  

The gushing spring where once Dragons had come to drink possessed a strong magic for the Realms.  This sparkling water not only gave relief of a drink but also gave only to the Dragons a special gift.  Little did the Dragons know that by drinking from the spring was their Elixir of Life.  For deep in a cavern behind an old waterfall that fed the spring was a special piece of magic.  The magical item was a small golden cage and inside the cage a red heart stone which was the greatest gift ever given to Dragons.  This magic was the love shared by a Nyte Shade who gave Dragons their magical powers.  

For when the First Dragon, who had been a friend of the Nyte Shade, was given the heart stone by the Great Shade many eons ago, he had been told the Dragons now would have their lives extended by the Nyte Shade's sacrifice.  What the Dragon's did not understand was how one of the greatest powers in the Realms would mix with the magic of the land.  That power was the love the Nyte Shade had for her Dragon friend.

The First Dragon's made his home in that cave behind the waterfall that fed into the spring.  Day in and day out, he kept the heart stone so that every day he would be reminded of his friend and the laughter/love they shared.  Never did the Dragon's realize that the Realms magic and the Nyte Shade's love would combine. For combined they did and slowly seeped into the water of the waterfall which then fed the spring.  As everything has a beginning, it also must have an end - even with Dragons.  Eventually the First Dragon faded away while others took it's place in the cycle of life and the cave holding the heart stone was sealed shut and lost to memory. 

Eventually the the Dragons took their long lives for granted and lost the memory of when they had been just large lizards on the ground.  The Villagers didn't know any difference.  They just knew that Dragons lived very long lives and had great magics.  But then the fighting began. 

​The Villagers found they could have some magic of their own by stealing the Dragons' magic.  They discovered this by finding the crystal stones used to create the nests that the young Dragonettes were hatched in.  It did not take long, and soon the Dragons no longer trusted the Villagers.  Hate, jealousy and animosity grew between them.  "How dare they disturb our homes.  They ravage our nesting grounds and endanger our young!" grumbled the Dragons.

It was during this time of growing suspicions and increased hate, that the great waterfall and stream where the Dragon's drank started to slowly drying up.  No longer feeling safe in their land, the Dragons decided to leave the Villagers and the land that had created them.  For surely the Dragons thought, there were other places that could give them water to drink and a place to live without this fear.

​After the departure of the last Wish Dragon from the Realm, the waterfall soon became a trickle over the rocks and then little more than a ribbon of water to fed the narrowing shrinking stream..  It was at this time the Shadows' King decided to protect the water, even though he did not know it's significance and built the Well that eventually became known as The Wishing Well.

Now the Dragons are returning.  They had been fed over the centuries of a story of a special Elixir that was their inheritance.   Was it a fable?  Did it really exist?  Where could it be?  There were no longer any of the Old Ones left to tell them as they had passed onto the stars, leaving behind this story of a Elixr of Life that was lost when they left the Realms.

As the final words faded away in her mind, Awena now knew there was even more danger coming to the Realms if something or someone didn't step in to help them.  "I don't think Aralt is necessarily the help we need either," she thought to herself.  "For surely he must have been part of the problem, since he would have been there at the time when the Dragons left."