The Captain was feeling generous now that his own personal use cabinet had been refilled. "Drinks for everyone," he had said and no good pirate would disregard a captain's orders. Bohoj last remembered that he was in the hold of The Bonny Lass guarding a treasure chest and drinking a bottle of rum and then all of a sudden everything went green and then snow white! Green he was used to as each time he went to sea the sailor's nemesis of seasickness always hit him for the first couple of days. "I might know where the green came from but I definitely don't understand all of this white," he groaned as he clutched his throbbing temples. In an instant he was sober as his mind told him why he might be in a white place! "Oh no," Bohoj thought. "I'm dead!"
Deciding that the treasure chest was too heavy to be carrying around in this white place, Bohoj tried to bury it. "This ground is white all the way down," he realized as he was covering the chest up with dirt and then placing a large white rock to mark the spot. "I better put something else here," he decided when he realized with all of these other white rocks in the area, he would never find the treasure again. Taking the empty rum bottle (and trying to get one last drink out of it before leaving it), he placed the bottle on the rock to mark the spot. Before burying the chest, Bohoj did remove one thing from it. A small object shaped like an anchor. "The treasure can be lost, but the Cursed Anchor stays with me," he said to himself as he slipped the anchor into his pocket. Now the Cursed Anchor had a story of it's own and First Mate Bohoj had been tasked with keeping the anchor until Captain Jack Dafty figured out what to do with it. "I hope the Captain and the rest of the crew are alright," thought Bohoj as he picked a direction and started walking to see what he could find hoping it was The Bonny Lass.
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Setting the bucket down on the ground, Dree looked away from Drat to the Wishing Well. "We need to know about this Nyte Shade's Heart and if the Wishing Well can help us find it. If Dragon's need it to keep our magic pure, then we need to know where it is. It seems to be the only way to fix all of these mis-enchantments," Dree said. "I have had several long talks with the Wishing Well but the Nyte Shades and this heart never were brought up. I don't know if I have to specifically ask about them and even then if the Well will give us a truthful answer."
He likes knock-knock jokes and jingles. Sometimes when someone makes a wish, the rhymes help him think up new jingles. Of all the secrets that Drat knew as the head of the Troll Kings secret police, this was something new. "I must let King Dulbbe know about this," he thought as he watched the Dragon approach the Wishing Well. "Wishing Well. I have come to ask a favor. Are you home?" asked Dree. "Hello Dree. Of course I am home. Where else would I be?" answered the Well. "I only asked to be 'well' mannered," answered the Dragon remembering the Wishing Well's sense of humor. "Got me on that one," answered the Well. "Water you waiting for, ask your favor." Groaning to himself, Drat now realized where Dree got some of his puns from... "I am searching for a way to help the other Dragons who have returned. Their magic is causing chaos and I was told that the Heart of the Nyte Shade could help heal this problem. Can you tell me where it is?" Dree asked the Wishing Well. Dree did not know how long the Wishing Well had been waiting for this question to be asked. The heart was what had given the Well meaning and the Old Wishing Well had longed desired for the time when the Dragons drank from its water again. Finally the Well answered, "Drai’ochtluan (using Dree's formal name), long have I waited for one such as you to ask this question. Please lower the bucket into my water and you will find what you are seeking."
"Long ago this was hidden under the waterfall that flowed here by the First Dragon. Long have I watched over it. The magical love that flows from it makes the Dragons 'more' each time they come in contact with it. I would see the Dragons become whole again!" said the Wishing Well. After thanking the Well and telling it that if it was possible they would return the Nyte Shade's heart as it had done a great job keeping it safe, Dree and Drat started back to the Baron's Mansion. It was during that walk that Dree started to formulate his plan on how to help both the Dragons and the mis-enchanted.
"A teli-pone needs electricity to recharge its 'badderly'" she told Rose. Rose did not know what a 'badderly' was, but as a magical elemental she understood electricity. All living things had some form of electricity as it was the power that made things work. Fingers moved, thoughts occurred, even magic used electricity in some manner, but how to put it into a 'badderly' could be a problem but Rose was not the type of fae to give up easily.
"This is Rose. I am stuck in some white world and am trying to find my way home. Who is this?" she asked the voice.
Now Granny Flare is a very practical house Brownie and normally would have thought that this was a practical joke, but when Rose mentioned the strange white world and making a wish, she knew what had happened since she had heard the story from Lil' Boots. It took a while, but by the time she was able to explain to Rose what she knew, the 'LOW POWER - RECHARGE' was flashing on the teli-pone again. "So typical, and I still don't know how to get out of here," she thought. "Granny, we need to recharge the teli-pone," Rose said. "Find out if you can bring us back and I will dial your number again after the 'badderly' is full and we have rested."
"So typical!" Rose replied. "Only in a magical world can you one minute be washing clothes and in the next second be whooshed away and looking at copies of me!" Rose, ever practical, decided immediately that since she wouldn't get an answer from her 'helping hands', she would try to figure out where she was. Everywhere she looked, all she could see were shades of white. "Glistening white and rocks, so typical!" she mumbled to herself as she turned to look in all directions. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her other two selves did the same thing. As she was turning, Rose did notice something different a little ways away. ""There!" Rose pointed with a finger. "Do you see it?" Rose asked as she started off in its direction with the other two following her. "It was something with color." Soon she was bending down and picking up the strange looking object. It was pink and had buttons on it. "I wonder what this is?" she said aloud. It surprised her when Roslie answered.
"This is strange," Rose thought. "I must be under a spell or something and all of this is a dream." Dream or not, she knew she needed to keep moving forward if any of them where going to find their way home. "Do either of you, Rosie or Roslie, know how to use this 'teli-pone'?" Rose asked. Rosie with a quiver of anxiety to her voice answered first this time. "You must push the buttons in just the right order. When you get it correct, someone else will be able to hear you if you talk to it and you will be able to hear them. But if you don't get the right numbers, all you will hear is a beep-beep-beep sound before this spooky voice says 'You have reached a number no longer available. Try again!' and then it sucks you in to hitting all the numbers again." As Rosie finished, Roslie nodded her head in agreement.
Rose would just have to be brave enough to give it a try. She took a deep breath and letting it out slowly to center herself, she started to reach out a finger to push the first button when she saw the green light flashing on this pink gadget. 'LOW POWER - RECHARGE' was flashing on it. "So typical!" Rose grumbled.
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