Dewin gazed into his crystal ball, searching for a clue to where this young Dragon he has been hearing about may be. Whispering to himself, "It has been such a long time since I have seen a Dragon." He then slightly shook his head, realizing that lately he had started talking to himself. "But as long as I don't answer myself then I am okay" he chuckled.
As Dewin continued to stare into the crystal ball, he remembered the last time he had seen a Wish Dragon. The memory flashed quickly across his mind as did the anger too.
Dewin had been visiting a small village that fateful day. While he was walking through the village, the sky darkened and the ground began to rumble. As the buildings started to shake, Dewin threw up his arms trying to cast a protection spell as he was thrown to the ground. The next thing he knew, the sky was clear and the scenery had changed. Even as he was in the same village, everything else had changed. The trees and the foliage all now glowed and shimmered like they hadn't before. The magic that was usually difficult to feel now also felt stronger - more available. It seemed the village was not where it had been the day before.
Until now! It seems recently one has been sighted or actually it was because of a conversation he had with an ancient troll where Dewin was told of signs that a young Dragon had returned to the realms. "I must find this Dragon first! I'll convince it to reverse the spell. It is the only way I can get home," Dewin muttered. Again realizing that he was talking to himself, he decided that again it was alright. "I am still not answering myself," he thought.