With my son’s return to the Mansion, I guess I might as well return too. He and I have much to discuss as I have been feeling this strange ‘summoning’ type of feeling which I have not experienced for many, many, many years.
As a child, I was given the Wish Dragon sign to wear on my hand. My clan was selected from the Village to be the Wish Dragon Guardians and Nurturers. In some ways we failed, as the Wish Dragons disappeared many, many years ago and I still wish I knew why. That is why my heart is confused as I know they don’t exist anymore.
Now, I am off to find my son and to see what it is that is calling me...
They were plentiful around the Village when she was a little girl and she remembers the power they wielded. She still believes in the magic of a 'Wish', though now she is older than the star dust in the sky.
Soon Griselda will be ready to present herself, and then she can tell you more of her story... I just wish she would hurry up!
At this point, the Baron thinks it might be a good idea to discover just what is going on beneath his mansion. Of course that includes dragging along Fiddlefaddle, his faithful but sometimes grumpy manservant, whether he wants to or not.
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