A Night on the Trail - or a Wizard Glamps...

As night drew near, Dewin decided that instead of returning to his cave, he would set up camp and continue his search for the Wish Dragon in the morning.  After all, he only needed to flick his fingers and a tent would appear complete with a dry bed and dinner.  Now Passporte', as far as the wizard thought, could be on his own and maybe that would finally get him to leave.  But then again, maybe it would be worth Dewin's effort to learn more about this missing Dragon if he offered him a place to put his head for the night.

Passporte', who didn't look at time quite the same way as the wizard, agreed to stay.  He wasn't ready to continue down the trail even if it was getting dark until he could finish writing up the thoughts still swirling around in his head.  That is exactly what Dewin wanted to hear.  "What are you still writing about," he asked Passporte'.  "Is it still about the Dragon?"

"I didn't catch all that Hewy the Troll had said.  He was in such a hurry, even for a troll," muttered Passporte'. "I saw him and his friends as they were leaving the sanctuary of the Sleeping Sisters," he answered. "That was unusual right there as the Sisters very rarely invite anyone inside.  I managed to catch up with them on the trail and on our way we all had a bite at a local inn for lunch.  As we were eating, he shared a little of his time there with the Sisters and something about Sprout always being hungry which required them to stop a lot."

After he scribbled some more in his journal Passporte' continued, "This is when Hewy said something about a prophecy and the Dragon."  Now this did intrigue the wizard for he knew how powerful prophecies could be, specially when revealed by a mystic such as a Sleeping Sister.  "Please continue.  This is fascinating," prompted Dewin to his guest.

So as the wizard listened to Passporte' transfixed by his words, little did they know that a little Dragon down the trail in the woods was also going through his own transformation.  After all he was a young Dragon growing by leaps and bounds as he continued trudging through the Woods in search of a teacher and his pillow.