Category: Dragonia

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5/24/2018

"Terrific! I got you back before Granny even knew you were gone. Hungry, I am getting out of here before she shows up", whispered Meen. "See you later, and you better stay inside or Granny will get annoyed and you know what that means. No sweets!"

Hungry watched Meen as she scampered out of the cave.

"No sweets?" But I like sweets," Hungry growled.

"Hungry! Where have you been? I have been looking high and low for you. You know you aren't to leave this cave! Do you want someone to see you?" Granny Flare shouts, pointing her finger at the little Dragon. "Do you know what would happen if anyone saw you?"

"No, what would happen?" he asks. "Would they feed me?" Granny could tell, this was not going to be easy raising a baby Dragon.

Meanwhile, as the Baron was starting to settle down on a chair in the parlor, he thought he heard voices. "What's this? Hearing voices at my age? I'm not that old!" he mumbled to himself. "Now I am talking to myself... Fiddlefaddle, where are you?"

The faithful batman was just finishing unlocking more doors when he heard his name called. "Now what?" he thought, "I haven't even been able to put away the luggage."

Entering the parlor, he sees the Baron sitting near the fireplace.

"Fiddlefaddle, we need to check out the Mansion." says the Baron. "I am hearing voices."

Turning around to do as the Baron asked, Fiddlefaddle notices the letter on the mantle. "It appears a message has been left for you." Taking the message from the mantle, he hands it to the Baron as he reads the cover. "It is from your granddaughter, Dragonia."

"I wonder what she has been doing?" thought the Baron. Opening the letter, he starts to read.

Did you see the hidden message? --- Dragon below mansion in cave

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Tea Party for 2 ... or is it?

11/15/2017

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"More tea?” asked Dragonia as she stood before the Earl of Grey ready to pour. “Please, the little red speckled sandwiches are sweet and the green teacakes are salty,” she continued before he could answer.

“Thank you Baroness, I will have a little more,” ignoring the offered pastries. As she poured into his cup, he continued to look around at the small tea parlor they both were sharing for the moment. “I wonder why she has invited me to tea?” he thought, “Over the years, patience has been a virtue he has learned in his quest to ferret out hidden truths. He smiled politely to Dragonia. “How may I be of service to you, Baroness?”

"As you already know Snoop, I have placed the announcement for a council meeting in your newspaper. In the absence of my grandfather, I wish to speak to the council concerning the sad state of the village. The village needs to be revitalized.

Since Dragons have departed from here leaving a dragon nest egg shortage, these lands have not been as prosperous as before. I would like to see that changed,” replied Dragonia.

Nodding his head and peering over the top of his glasses, the Earl paused a moment before speaking. He noticed that the Baroness was fidgeting slightly and appeared a touch nervous.

Could he get her to reveal what was making her act so? “I don’t know if a meeting is really necessary. We all know it is a hopeless case without the Dragons' revenue so what is there really to talk about?” he slowly replied. Snoop watched her purse her lips before she answered, “Aahh, she does have something to hide” he realized.

“Perhaps I have a way to improve our situation Snoop,” she said “but I want to present the possibility to all of the council at once.”

Again, pausing to see if she would reveal more, he waited to see if she would continue. When she did not, he realized if he was to find out more he would have to ‘snoop’ around for himself. “I will be happy to hear your presentation at the meeting of the council Baroness, but now I must be going. Many things to do and people to see before the next edition of the paper goes to print. Have a pleasant day.” Pushing his glasses back from the bridge of his nose and donning his hat, he arose to take his leave.

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Hungry...

10/14/2017

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“Hungry!”

Baroness Dragonia turned to look at Acorn with an irritated glance, “We are not calling it Hungry.”

“What are you talking about? Why would you call it Hungry?” he replied. Then they both turned to the dragon. This time together they heard in their minds the dragon’s demand. “HUNGRY!"

“So what do you feed a baby dragon,” asked Acorn. Dragonia responded while shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know. I told you before this is my first time too.”

Behind them they heard a quiet but firm voice. “I know.”

Startled, Acorn and Dragonia with the baby dragon turned around to see Granny Flare standing at the entrance to the cave. “Long has it been since I have seen a baby dragon, but not so long as I have forgotten them. Hello little one. I am Granny Flare and you are?”

“Yet to be named,” Granny heard in her mind.

“It is not polite to mind talk in a group of listeners. You should speak instead,” she replied looking at the baby. She then turned to Acorn. “I should have known you would be somehow involved Acorn. When there is a little chaos brewing you always seem to be in the middle of it. I predict that you have just now become part of the biggest event this area has seen in many a year.”

Before Acorn could respond, Granny turned to Dragonia and continued, “So, this is the big thing you wanted me to see. I felt the power building when I was using the tunnel to the Baron’s mansion but never expected it to be this. What will you do now Baroness?”

We will raise it. It must be in secret to start with though so we do not repeat the past,” she replied. “Besides, it needs us right now as much as we need it.”

Granny Flare looking at Dragonia nodded her head and said, “Then I will help. Being a dragon, it needs something other than milk. I am writing you a market list of the necessary items, but for now, we need to feed it.”

“About time!” they all heard in their minds.

“What did I tell you?” Granny Flare glared at the baby.

“Hungry” replied the dragon out loud this time. Acorn jumped back a little startled. It was one thing to hear a voice in one’s head, but quite a different thing to see a dragon speak.

“Acorn, you go and find some coal oil or kerosene and the biggest bottle you can find. Baroness, we will need something tough, like leather for the baby to suck on,” commanded Granny Flare.

Acorn started to argue but the look that Granny gave him helped him to change his mind and off he went. “Remember, no one must know about the baby yet!” he heard her yell as he was leaving.

Looking at the Baroness, Granny Flare, being the house brownie that she is, continued “Now, what are we going to do about cleaning up this mess?”

“More importantly, what are we going to do so that the Village Council doesn’t find out about the baby?” replied Dragonia.

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Acorn's Adventure Continues...

9/30/2017

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On his way to the caves Acorn, for not the last time, wondered what was causing the feeling he had. What could be pulling at him that was making him feel so itchy? “Why did it just start?” he asked out loud, but since no one else was around, he did not get an answer.

Following the trail to the end of the woods he started to leave the protection of the trees. He had made this trip several times, but he always was a little hesitant to enter the open area outside of the village.

As he skirted around the town to reach the caves, he saw Gardner working in his garden and Ember, the Apprentice, heading towards some errand that Granny Flare had probably given her. Normally he would have stopped to talk, but not today. The ‘itch’ was driving him crazy and as he grew nearer the caves, it felt stronger, but why?

I think I will look in the caves first and if I don’t find something, then I will go talk with the fish. He was trying not to have to talk to them anyhow since fish usually are boring conversationalist.

"They always want to talk about worms, algae, and school. Never seen anybody who loves school as much as the fish do,” thought Acorn.

As he entered the caves, he was still thinking about the fish and how he didn’t really want to visit with them if he did not find anything here. Thus distracted, he did not notice the movement from inside of the cave, but a sound did reach his ears. It was a scrapping type of noise, like claws scratching on stone. As he approached the spot where he thought he heard the noise someone stepped out of the darkness behind him and cleared their throat.

“Ahem… and what can I do for you?”

Acorn, quickly recovering from discovering that someone was able to sneak up on him (that was his special skill he thought) flew up into the air several feet and turned to see who spoke. “And you are?” he asked.

“I am the Baroness Dragonia, and you are…?” she said, placing a pause at the end of her question as if she was waiting for him to finish it.

Regaining his impish demeanor, Acorn replied, “a Fae with questions”. There, that should confuse her. “And, why would a baroness be in a dark cave on such a beautiful day? What is here that would take you away from your mansion?”

The Baroness looked at Acorn for a minute without saying anything. Finally, after apparently making some decision, she spoke asking again to Acorn, “Why are you here?”

“I came because Tad said the fish were talking about something strange happening at the caves and I need to find out why I am being pulled here,” replied Acorn.

The Baroness raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You are here to help me I am thinking. There is something magical happening within these caves and I will need your assistance.”

Walking deeper into the cave, they finally came to a small opening leading into another chamber. A light inside would brighten and then dim, brighten and dim, a steady repetition. Dragonia stopped outside of the opening and looked at Acorn one more time before stepping inside of the smaller cave. “Acorn, I need your help as this is more than I can handle on my own. I discovered it by accident and now it seems to be coming alive.”

As Acorn entered the opening he could see deeper into the chamber and saw nestled in a pile of stones a Dragon’s egg! And it was hatching!

Acorn had nothing to say. His tongue was frozen in place and his heart nearly stopped. “It is a… a… dragon ‘s egg” he finally was able to stammer. The ‘itch’ was burning furiously between his wings – he had found the reason and was now not sure if he had made a mistake in finding it.

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