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.
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."
It all began when the First Dragon had hidden the young Nyte Shade's heart under the waterfall that had been given to the Dragon by the Great Shade. That act changed the water forever! Little did the brook realize the ripple that happened at the moment when the Nyte Shade's remaining love seeped into the flumes of the waterfall.
"But that was such a long, long, looooonnng time ago," the Wishing Well pondered. "Time has a way of changing things." The Wishing Well hadn't even existed yet. The new magic gave the babbling brook a whole new way to look at life within the water as well as round it's banks. Things were flush then and so vibrant. At it's best, the babbling brook was forever blabbing about something but now he really had a new way of looking at things that required a whole new language in order to express himself. With the magic that poured through him, he found he could understand any creature, four-legged or two, who came to sip from him. In his excitement he would turn around and start babbling to them in their language. More often then not, it would frighten the creature away. For who would want to drink from something that could talk back to you? But then came the Dragons. Big, small, green or blue, they all came to drink from his waters. The babbling brook though could see a change happening when the Dragons drank from him. They became "more" is all that he could figure out. "Those where the fun times," the Old Well whispered to himself. Since the brook didn't understand the changes within the Dragons, he didn't say anything to them. "Oh, but the parties those Dragons brewed up while gathering around me were so enlightening and lively," remembered the Well fondly. Then things began to change. "I wish I knew what had started it, because maybe I could have changed things," the Old Well said with his melancholy thoughts. For things dried up for the brook and fewer and fewer Dragons came to see him. Finally the Shadows' King came to the small brook. "I am here to help protect you," he told the babbling brook. "You will sink lower into the ground and I will build a well around you. This will keep you safe, for I see a great need for you in the coming Ages."
But then creatures big and small totally stopped coming. Things got dark indeed for the Well. One day he overheard (through a Twitter bird who stopped to rest on the edge of his well wall) that the Dragons had left the Realm. That is when he heard and felt the loud shattering sound that vibrated through the water causing far-reaching ripples. After that the flow of water dried up even more until now the poor Old Wishing Well felt like he was hanging on by a drip. Drip... drip... drip... Everything looked bleak until that fateful day when a small young Dragon discovered him while it was out exploring. The Wishing Well had thought they had all left. The Dragon went on to tell him that he had recently hatched so he didn't know about other Dragons since he had never seen others. The young Dragon then told him that he was Hungry. That took a few minutes of figuring out that Hungry was the young Dragon's name. They enjoyed a lengthy visit until the Dragon truly felt hungry and needed to return to his cave. It was after that visit that the Well discovered a new feeling. A warm fuzzy feeling that flowed through him that actually made him feel a little "more". Not understanding this feeling, the Old Wishing Well didn't think long about it. But he did notice that whenever Hungry came for a visit, he always felt a little bit fuller and more than before.
Griselda sent them back to the cave and told them to stay there until she could send messages to the other council members to decide what they would do next. "What are you laughing at?" asked Griselda to her son as the rat and Dragon started back to the caves. "Dree told me a new joke. It goes something like this... Knock... Knock... and you are supposed to say 'Who's there?'" The Dowager just shook her head and smiled thinking about how much of a kid her son still was.
"One would think that a coach or something would travel these roads a little more often," he again grumbled. After walking a little more, Aralt decided to sit down on a log near the trail by where he had first overheard the Wysps. "I wonder if those Wysps are still here?" he asked himself. "It would make it easier if I knew which cave they were talking about that had the portal in it." As if by magic, a Wysp did appear! "Ah, stranger. Are you lost?" it asked Aralt. Before thinking, Aralt growled, "That's twice in one day someone has implied that I am lost and don't know where I am going. I will have you know that I have walked these hills long before your kind even turned blue."
"Only if you know where the portal is," Aralt told him while digging another rock out of his shoe that was rubbing his little toe raw. "Ah, that's too easy. How about a nicer cave that has a waterfall in the back of it?" answered the Wysp. It took a minute before Aralt realized what the Wysp had just told him. It knew where the cave was! This time thinking before he answered, the Herald decided that he would trick the Wysp into taking him to the portal. "I don't think you even know what a portal is," he replied. "So, I best be going on my way alone."
Smiling, Aralt soon had the Wysp mad enough that it would show Aralt where the portal and cave were 'just to prove I know what I am talking about'. Shortly, they were entering the cave with Aralt following the glowing blue Wysp. "It's right here. See," as the Wysp hit the portal wall with a stick it had picked up off of the floor which bounced back from the invisible wall. "Nothing can get through it and we tried." Ignoring the Wysp, Aralt started walking towards the invisible barrier. Now it was the Wysp's turn to smile as he expected the stranger to bounce off of the wall just like the Wysps did. The surprise on the Wysp's face would have made Aralt laugh if he had been watching it as the Herald walked right through the barrier and disappeared.
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