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Missing...

4/23/2025

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It was Drat who first realized that Dree had been gone far too long.  "I wonder what is keeping him," he thought.  Soon he slipped out of the meeting and went down to the caves to check on Dree.  Shortly he returned to the tea room and slid up to King Dulbbe and whispered in his ear.
​"Sire, Dree is gone.  I went to his cave and he is not there.  I checked the area and finally found tracks in one of the side caves leading to the area of The Wishing Well."
It only took a second before Dulbbe calculated (being a bookkeeper before becoming the Troll King) what Dree may be up to and decided to send his chief minion out to find the missing Dragon.  "I will let the others know, but do what you can to bring him back.  We don't want Siate' or Aralt to find him first," he told Drat.
Again Drat silently slipped out of the tea room as Dulbbe started to make his announcement about Dree's absence.  Soon he was out of the Mansion and traveling towards The Wishing Well.  "I should get there first with this shortcut," Drat thought to himself.  "What is that Dragon up to?"
As Drat was following one trail to The Wishing Well and Dree was on another, Aralt just happened to be in the area sitting on a log and resting his sore feet.  "I have done more walking since Siate' has returned than I have in a hundred years," grumbled the Herald. ​ "When this is over, the Dragons will come to me from now on."  Rubbing his feet, he noticed a well in the distance and decided that he needed a drink.  "And maybe there will be a bucket there I can soak my feet in," he hoped.
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As Aralt walked to the well, it was Drat who saw him first.  The rat was very good at not being seen when he did not want to be and quickly hid behind one of the giant mushrooms that grew in the area.  As he watched Aralt draw up a bucket of water from the well and then take off his shoes and put his feet into it, Drat turned slightly green.  "I must remember not to drink from that bucket ever again," he grumbled.  "Augh!"
A Dragon's sense of smell is better than any other animal and Dree was a Dragon.  He too could smell something that was not pleasant as he was nearing The Wishing Well and decided to approach with caution.  As Aralt was facing the other direction, the Herald did not see the Dragon and was unaware that he was now hiding behind the bushes behind him.
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"That stupid Dragon better show up soon," Aralt muttered loud enough for both his listeners to hear.  "I'm getting tired of all this looking around and walking."  Taking his feet out of the bucket, Aralt slipped his shoes back on, leaving the bucket sitting on the ground, and started back on his mission to find the Dragon or at least someone for questioning that he could take back to Siate'.  
​When he could no longer be seen, Dree left his hiding place and walked up to The Wishing Well.  Picking up the bucket, he then proceeded to slosh the remaining water around in it and then poured it out on the grass.  As he started to lower the bucket back into the well, he heard a voice behind him.  "I don't know if you want to put that bucket back into the clean water of the well," said Drat.
Smiling to himself before turning around, Dree looked at his friend and asked, "What took you so long to get here?"
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The Questions...

4/9/2025

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As Dree once again started to open the small pouch that the Oracle was in, most of the others waited to see what the Oracle looked like.  King Dulbbe gasped when the Oracle was placed on the table for this was his first time to actually see it.  He had only seen the Oracle before as an image displayed by the green orb in the Library of the Shadows' King when he was asking the orb about more information concerning the Dragon's return to the Realm of Wymsy.  Before he could say anything though, Dree started to ask it his first question. 
Dree knew that to the Oracle when he asked his questions he had to act as if he were Tun'Gul, it's creator and the only other Moon Dragon to have ever existed.  The Oracle still was insisting that there was only one Moon Dragon and since there could only be one, Dree must really be Tun'Gul.  "Greeting Oracle.  I would like to ask you some questions to confirm events before we were separated and to test your recollections," said Dree.  "As you have instructed, I have maintained the information.  Inquire," answered the Oracle.
"Why did the Dragon's leave this Realm?" was Dree's first question.  The Oracle spun on the table as it answered.  "The Dragons did not like the restrictions that were being placed on them by Villagers.  Their egg nests were being raided for the crystals created by the dragnets' hatchings.  The Wish Dragons especially did not like their wishes being regulated by the Wish Dragon Clan.  Since the Dragons are each independent and they do not have a ruler, they did not like being told what they could and could not do.  The most powerful Wish Dragon who was left after the Moon Dragon disappeared attempted to become Queen of all Dragons.  Your disappearance, Master Moon Dragon, was the final act that made the other Dragons seek a new home."
The answer regarding the Wish Dragon clan made the Dowager blush since she was one of the few remaining Dragon Clan members.  "How could the clan not know that their actions were a reason the Wish Dragons left the realm," thought the Dowager to herself.  "Now I understand there is even more dangers with Siate' returning," she mumbled under her breath.  "Is Siante' the most powerful Wish Dragon the Oracle mentioned?  What power would come to her as Queen of the Dragons?" Griselda pondered.
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​As the Dowager was thinking on how some of the puzzle pieces were starting to fit together, it was Dree's next question and the Oracle's answer that took her completely by surprise!
"When the Dragon's left, did they take the Nyte Shade's heart in the golden cage?" asked Dree.  The Oracle paused for a second before answering.  "As you hid the heart and cage in the cavern behind the waterfall, that is where it has stayed since your departure, Oh Wise One," replied the Oracle.  Before anyone else could say a word, Dree quickly asked his next question.  "Do you know where that cage could be found now?"
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Again the Oracle paused, did the calculations, and then started spinning again with the estimate based on what it had seen in the present.  "There is a high probability that it is near the place now called The Wishing Well that was built by the Shadows' King.  The well is now the only source of water that is needed by the Dragons to keep their magic pure."
Everyone in the room was stunned.  No one would have ever expected The Wishing Well to be a center of power in the Realm.  Dree was the first to recover his wits and decided to ask one more question before returning the Oracle to the pouch he carried it in. 
"Why did I leave you?" the Dragon asked.  The Oracle did not delay this time in answering.  "To save us all," was it's response.  "As the only Moon Dragon, you went to the sacred tree to protect the Realms and did not return until now.  I am glad you have found me and we are reunited again," said the Oracle.
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Why not here???

4/2/2025

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​"I was thinking about something you said," Nutmegg told the Dowager Griselda.  "You mentioned that you did not have mis-enchantments happening when the Dragons were here before.  That made me start thinking, why?  It happens everywhere else we have been."  "That's a good point," added in Allspice.  "What is here that keeps the wishes contained?"
Everyone was busy thinking about the question when the Baron finally answered.  "Maybe because this is where the Dragon's started from?" he asked. ​
"We have discovered that a Nyte Shade, one of Queen Ffion's ancestors, gave her magic to a dragon and that is how Dragon's became magical."  Now it was Nutmegg and Allspice's turn to be surprised as this was not known to them.  "That might explain why Siate' came back and why Aralt was here," Nutmegg murmured to Allspice.  
As the questions started flying around the room, Queen Ffion raised her hand and softly said, " Let me share with you the story about the Nyte Shade and the dragon."  When she finished it was Nutmegg who asked, "Does anyone know where the small red stone in the cage is now?"  No one could answer his question for it had never been seen by anyone in the room. 
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"I am glad that you all are here," Griselda realized.  "For it must mean something.  We certainly would have never gone down this path without what Allspice and Nutmegg had told us.  Apparently there is something in this realm that affects the Dragon's magic making it more stable.  What that something may be is still an assumption.  But if the stone in the cage was not taken by the Dragon's when they left, then that could be a good reason why some of their mis-enchantments happen elsewhere as anything else.  What we have to do is figure a way to find out more about the mis-enchantment issue.  It might just be the key to both why the Dragons have returned and how to stop Aralt and Siate' from whatever their plan could be."
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It was at this time that Fiddlefaddle entered the room with another unexpected guest.  It was Lil' Boots!  "Madam, Sir, I am sorry to interrupt, but I have someone who you may need to see.  He says his name is Lil' Boots and he needs to talk to two of your other guests, Nutmegg and Allspice."  Lil' Boots rushed right over to the two SPIs and quickly told them what he had overheard at the cave between Aralt and Siate'.
When he was finished, Allspice turned to the rest of the group and started to relay  about Lil' Boots overhearing a conversation and how he rushed over to warn everyone about what Aralt was told to do.  Finding out that Aralt was planning on abducting someone and take them back to Siate' for questioning did not make the others very happy.
"Thank you for the warning Lil' Boots and welcome back from the World of Whispers," King Dulbbe told him.  "When this situation is over with the Dragons, we will do everything we can to help get you back to your home."
Lil' Boots was so surprised that as he stood there blushing all he could say was "Ahhh, shucks.  Twasn't nothing.  Glad to help."
As the Baron was giving Fiddlefaddle instructions to notify certain people in the Village of Wymsy about Aralt's mission so they could be ready for him, it was Dree, the Moon Dragon, who addressed the others.  "We now have another question to ask the Oracle," said Dree.  "We had better get started."
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Meeting and Tea...

2/26/2025

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Arnie was beginning to think that maybe she was in over her head.  "Oh, for the old days of just being a Borrower," thought Arnie.  With all of the talk about how to stop the Dragons from whatever their purpose was in returning to the Realm of Wymsy and what was Aralt's goals was making her almost wish for those days again.  "Be quiet and try not to be noticed," she  thought to herself as she stood in the tea room at the Baron's Mansion.  
​"As a Borrower, I would never had been invited into such a grand place like this," she knew.  "As a Finder, the others actually want me around."  It was a good feeling but with that feeling came a responsibility.  Now others relied on her and asked her opinions and thoughts.  "That is better and I like this feeling of being needed," she finally decided as her attention returned to what the others were talking about.
"... and then Nutmegg told us that he would try to bring his leader, named Allspice, here to meet with you," Dree finished telling the Dowager and Baron.  "That would be very good," Griselda answered.  "Hopefully King Dulbbe and Queen Ffion will arrive before they do."  Nodding his head, the Baron agreed with his mother.  "Maybe this will give us another advantage over the Dragons," he said.  "With Dree's Oracle and the help from SPICE, we might just be able to outmaneuver Siate' and her herald."   
As they waited, tea and cookies were served while the Dowager sat with Arnie telling her what she needed Arnie to find.  "I have things that have been missing for a long time, and anything you can help me find would be greatly appreciated.  Since the Goodie sisters gave you their cottage, you won't be so far away and can visit when you want," the Dowager was telling her. 
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​ The others were looking over the Oracle and discussing what questions to ask it and what more could they learn from the Moon Dragon who created it.  "I feel that we don't have much time before Siate' and Aralt do whatever they are planning," Dree told the others, "So I think we need to decide what questions to ask the Oracle otherwise we might end wasting a lot of time.  As much as I would like to know my kin's past, we need to focus on what is happening now."  The others agreed and as they continued their discussion, Fiddlefaddle entered the tea room with King Dulbbe and Queen Ffion.  Shortly they were brought up to date on what was found in the Gooblin King's treasures and the meeting with Nutmegg.  As Fiddlefaddle was refreshing the tea, the other guests arrived and were shown into the tea room.
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"Hello.  I am Nutmegg," said the Hobb-goblyn as Dree and Drat nodded their heads in greeting.  "This is my boss, Allspice." 

​It was the Dowager who started the conversation.  "Greetings Nutmegg and Allspice.  Welcome to our home.  Dree tells us that you are SPIs whose goal is to return those who suffer from a Wish Dragon's mis-enchantment." 
​"I am not sure I understand what might cause mis-enchantments as we did not have that problem when the Wish Dragon's were here before.  We just had to watch how  literal they could be was our problem with the Wish Dragons," the Dowager said.  "If someone asked for a gold mine, they might find themselves in the middle of a mountain somewhere surrounded by gold but not able to return with it.  What is a mis-enchantment?" she asked.
"That is a good question, madam.  Let me see if I can explain," answered Allspice.  "With a mis-enchantment, a wish granted by the Wish Dragon may be successful but sometimes others in the area of where the wish was granted just up and disappear.  We just recently recovered one of these victims who described the place he was transported to as the World of Whispers.  Apparently it is a white glistening world that time does not hold.  As Lil' Boots was there for a long time and never had to sleep or eat.  Those trapped there could be heard but only as a whisper on the wind.  We don't know why there are mis-enchantments, but we have found a way to bring them back.  Sometimes when they return they are changed in some way but after visiting one of our Fae healers, they usually return to how they were before."
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"And how do you bring the mis-enchanted back?" asked Drat.  Allspice and Nutmegg looked at each other and it was Allspice who decided to tell the others their secret.  "We provide the Dragons with Ambrosia.  They love the taste and when a Wish Dragon belches, we usually get someone back.  The only problem is that it takes a lot of Ambrosia to make it work and that takes time to brew."  
​After the silence that followed the explanation, it was Drat and Dree who started laughing first.  Soon the laughter was infectious and everyone was snickering.  "Imagine, a burping Dragon," laughed Drat.  "Now I know what to get you to drink the next time you start those bad knock, knock jokes," the rat said to Dree.
When the laughter was contained, Dree spoke.  "I think it is time to ask the Oracle our questions and now I think I know what to ask it," he said as he started to open the bag that held the magical trinket.
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To Give Thanks...

11/27/2024

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Even with the concerns for the future with the Dragons returning, the fall harvest was still gathered and the traditional harvest meal was being prepared.  This is a time for the folk who live in the Realm of Wymsy to come together and share in the bounty that was available to them both from the magics of the realm and what they had spent the seasons cultivating.  
​What was special about this year's celebration was that the Baron and his mother, the dowager Griselda, were hosting the Harvest Event at the Baron's Mansion.
As the Baron was discussing the seating arrangements with Snoop since both were nobility in their own ways, the dowager was directing their servants Fiddlefaddle and Sneefle in their duties.  "Now don't forget, today you will be serving our guests more than you will be catering to my son's or my needs," she reminded them over and over again.   
Both of them just smiled as they were already well aware that they would have to keep an eye on the Baron and his mother.  Knowing that if they were happy with the event, then so would be the servants.  "Besides, after it is over I might even get a day off to put up my sore feet," thought Fiddlefaddle to himself.  ​
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Meanwhile, Granny Flare was busy in the kitchens in the back of the mansion making sure that everything would be ready for the feast.  As she checked each item as it was prepared, Gardner was bringing in the fresh vegetables and fruit that he had grown specially for just this occasion.  "Here is the last of it," he told Granny as he set the heavy crate down on the kitchen floor.  "Is there anything else you need brought in?" he asked as he stood besides a large boiling pot and enjoying the wonderous aroma that it was making.  Granny just smiled as she gave him a couple of the hot pumpkin spice cookies that had just come out of an oven and shooed him outside as she told him to come back in a couple of hours.  "By then I will know if I need anything else," she told him.
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"Being a king doesn't seem to give to many benefits," thought Dulbbe as he was busy scrubbing the dirty pots and pans. Then just as soon as he was finished with them, Granny Flare would send someone over to take them so she could start cooking something else.  That someone was usually Queen Ffion who the Troll King had a crush on... "Well, there are a few perks," he told himself as he kept scrubbing with a little smile.  
In the grand ballroom Efem, Cornelia, Parsley, and Nemmer were busy cleaning and setting up the decorations.  The dusty mytes were being extra careful (and under the watchful eye of Nemmer) to only suck in the dust as they cleaned instead of blowing any out.  "All we need is for them to make everyone forget today," Nemmer thought as he kept one eye on them while he was helping with the decorations. 
And finally, there were many more helping outside in preparing for the arrival of those who were invited.  Since everyone in the Realm was on the guest list except for the Wysps  (who would show up invited or not if whoever held the leadership stick felt like it), that meant that a lot of chairs, tables, and tenting was needing to be setup.  Dewin, the wizard, was using his magic to have the folding chairs unfold and stand up where he directed while Scarlet was watching over the Nytemares as they dragged in the tables and large tents.   
So, as all of those who live in the Realm of Wymsy prepare for this thanksgiving feast, we at MisPlace Dolls would like to thank all of you on this Thanksgiving Holiday as we come together to celebrate. 
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Happy Thanksgiving!
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With a Dragon's Help...

7/10/2024

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It took King Dulbbe a minute to put together the pieces from the orb's last answer, but not his First Minion.  Drat's nose started twitching as he mentally started putting together possibilities.  "Sire, I think I know what is needed and how to get the scroll but I think I will need to do this myself.  Do I have your permission to begin?"
Dulbbe had not been king long, but in the short time of holding this new job, he had learned to trust his First Minion.  "Yes, but remember what actions you do will reflect on the Troll Kingdom and myself."  After another thought, Dulbbe added with a smile, "and don't get caught."
If the King had not smiled, Drat would have almost felt offended.  "Don't get caught indeed," quickly scampered through his thoughts, but then he realized that the king was right.  "The Gooblin King doesn't keep dungeons as he doesn't keep prisoners," Drat remembered.  "They cost money to take care of," Hir'aeth, the Gooblin King, had been overheard saying once and everyone knew how ruthlessly efficient he ruled his kingdom.  Shuddering, Drat started out to where he knew he had to go.  Quickly he was out of the Shadows' Queen's library and was leaving her palace.  There might have been a quicker route to where he was heading, but Drat wanted the extra time to work his plans out as he traveled.  "No, that won't work," he decided as he rejected several options but always he came back to the main part.  He would need to convince Dree that this was for the best.  "The question is," Drat asked himself, "best for us or the Dragons?"
Soon Drat was outside of the caves and just as he started to enter realized that he could hear another voice besides that of Dree's coming from inside.  "Hello Drat.  On some errand for the Troll King?" Meen asked smiling.
"I thought I saw you at Queen Ffion's palace a little while ago.  What are you doing here? asked Drat.  Smiling and starting to laugh, Meen jumped down from the rock she had been sitting on while she had waited for the rat to arrive.  "You did," Meen answered, "but you also forget that I am the Queen's Chief Minion."
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"I realized that you looked like you were thinking something important the way you were distracted and that it had to do with the Dragon's and I knew that sooner or later it would have to involve Dree.  So here I am."
Slightly annoyed at being so transparent that even a Pyksee could figure out what he was up to and even more so for failing to see how smart Meen really was, Drat quickly decided that maybe this was for the best.  Meen had been one of Dree's first friends while he was still a Wish Dragon and might be able to help convince the Dragon of his plan.  "Meen, I am glad you are here.  I need your help.  We need to persuade Dree to help us find a scroll."
"You mean like finding a hidden treasure?  That is one of my favorite games!" answered Meen.  "Dree always liked playing games with me... It shouldn't be hard to get him to play it with us."
Drat smiled... "This might work out after all," he hoped.
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Knowledge is Power...

6/26/2024

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As Siate', the She Dragon, was throwing her hissy fit down in the cave with Aralt trying to keep his head down low, King Dulbbe was heading down the stairs to the library of the Shadows' King.  "Drat, Do we trolls also have a library?  I know it wouldn't be as large as the Shadows' King... I mean Queen's, but it would be nice to know if there is another source of information," Dulbbe asked his chief minion as he continued down the hallway with Drat scurrying fast behind him.
"Well your kingship, it is because of trolls that the word "trolling" began.  Trolls would rather just look at the cover of a book and not really open it to the pages within," Drat replied.  "Though, with the old king before you, there was such a competition between him and the Gooblin King that resulted in them both going after powerful books," Drat continued.  "After all, wizards aren't just powerful on their own magic but from all the knowledge they collect.  Both the old Troll King and the Gooblin King knew this," Drat said as he caught up to Dulbbe before he opened the door to the Shadows' Queen library.
"Hmmm," thought Dulbbe as they stood in front of the closed door.  "What if there are some old scrolls or books that could give us more information on this Wish Dragon, Siate'?  I mean, Drat, just think of her power," Dulbbe pondered.  "If she was so all powerful back when, why did the Dragons leave the realm?  If the Dragons were so mad at the villagers enough to leave, why not wipe out the villagers instead?  Or did history get rewritten with the Dragons leaving?  Interesting questions that I think we need to know the answers, Drat," said Dulbbe as he opened the door to the library while Drat wondered about his new King.  "A troll who believes reading is a virtue and doesn't wait for a servant to open doors for him," he mused to himself.
As Dulbbe entered the Shadows' Queen huge library, they quickly headed to room 101 where the one source that might be able to answer a few of his questions was located.  As he took the cover off the crystal ball it began to glow a pale green.  "Oh Wise One, is there a book or scroll that tells us of the time of Siate' the Wish Dragon when she was in power?"  The Dragon orb flashed a couple of times and then began to glow a brighter green as it answered Dulbbe's question.  "Yes."

"Okay??" thought Dulbee as he waited for the Dragon orb to continue.  Finally Dulbbe realized that in his rushed question he had forgotten to ask where this book could also be located.  Shaking his head, he quickly remedied the situation by asking the orb where this book would be.
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"The Gooblin King has it, though he knows it not," answered the orb.  "It will be difficult to find for the scroll has it's own spell on it to keep it hidden from those that look to harm Dragons.  For the scroll knows that knowledge is power and it hides from those that seeks it's power."
In frustration Dulbbe's threw up his hands and growled, "How can we find a scroll that cloaks itself, let alone has hidden itself among the gooblins?"  The Orb answered, "With the help of a Dragon."
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What is his power???

1/17/2024

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​As Aralt was listening to the complaining Wysps, the Village council members were trying to find out what power Aralt held over the Dragons.  Were Awena's concerns that this was the beginning of the prophecy of when the Dragons return would create many changes truly happening?  Most of council were not concerned about normal changes, but when Dragons were involved, changes seemed to be on a larger and more unmanageable scale.  
The council meeting broke up as soon as everyone learned that Aralt had managed to leave Meen behind.  With him disappearing the Dowager immediately sent Meen to warn Drat that the Herald may be heading towards the caves where Drat and Dree were supposed to be hiding out.  
Awena also wasted no time and went directly to her library to find the Dragon's Return prophecy to see if there might be a clue to reveal what Aralt's power over the Dragons might be.  As she sorted through the many prophecy scrolls, more than once she thought that they should have some sort of index to be able to find the one she was looking for faster.  "Once this is over, I will have to meet with the staff to figure something out," she told herself as she put another scroll aside in her search for the right one.
Queen Ffion had the same idea.  With as many rooms as she had in her castle library, she might have something to help them.  Possibly even the green orb might know.  King Dulbbe was more than happy to assist her as it again gave him an excuse to spend more time with Ffion.  "If only she could see how much I adore her," he thought as they started looking through each room in the library.  They had not yet made it to the room where the green Dragon orb normally was stored as it sat glowing brightly as if waiting for their arrival.
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Normally Efem would almost dread having to enter the Sacred Grove to talk to the ancient trees but not this trip.  Since learning they could speed talk, she hoped they would respond quickly to her requests for knowledge that only they knew from the roots of the Realm's past.  "I hope that the Ol' Yew is not asleep," she thought as she approached the mighty tree.  As she stood next to it and looked upon it's shiny green foliage, Efem was awed by a random thought of how much it must have seen during its life cycle.  "I remember my mother bringing me here to see the Yew when I was a young sapling and the Yew was ancient even then."  As she silently waited for the tree to notice her so she could ask her questions about Aralt the Herald, Efem was contently lost in her own memories of the past.
"One of the stories of the ages and I don't know where to start," thought Snoop as he sat at his desk in the Bellwether and tried to put quill to parchment.  "I promised the Dowager that I would not print anything that would give Aralt a clue as to Dree, but I have to print something!"  ​
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After a few more attempts to scratch out a story and discarding them, an idea hit him.  Almost physically!  Snoop kept copies of other newspapers he collected to compare writing styles and to maybe get ideas from how other papers laid out theirs.  He even saved copies from what the 'Outies' published whenever Passporte' would bring one to him from his travels. 
​It was his pile of the Herald newspapers that came crashing down from a shelf and just missing hitting him on the head that made him think... "Herald!  That's it!  I need to write about what we know about Aralt the Dragon Herald.  That way I won't give away what we know about Dree.  Plus I can get the word out that he has returned.  This will be a terrific article!"  Right away Snoop was lost in his writing and not even wondering any longer if Aralt might have found the caves where Dree was hiding.
As everyone else was busy with trying to find out about Aralt's past, there was one that was looking towards the future.  Nemmer left the meeting knowing what he had to do.  Nemmer decided it would also be a good thing to know just where Aralt was and possibly keep him from finding Dree if he could.  "I might not have been able to be the first to find Hungry (oops Dree), when he was lost before. But I can definitely be the first to find some wandering troublesome Herald in the woods," the Archer knew as he put on his mask and started following Aralt's tracks on the trail. 
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Who's in Charge???

11/15/2023

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The next morning Aralt left his home and started to the council building.  He had not sent a message ahead to let the others know he was coming as he figured that if he took his time someone would notice him and inform the others.  "Minions are so useful that way," he thought as he noticed one.  Meen, (he thought someone had called her) was leaping around acting like she wasn't watching for him. 
​"Hhhmm, the Sleeping Sisters are also involved," Aralt realized when he recognized the bird as a magpie sitting in a tree behind the other minion.  "I do wonder what this council has been up to in my absence."
As Meen caught sight of the Herald coming out of his home, she quickly jumped the last log as she tried to get back to the council chamber to alert the others of his approach.  "This spying stuff is fun," Meen thought to herself.  "I can actually play my favorite game of Leap without even getting into trouble."  But she apparently did not need to worry too much of Aralt beating her to the council chamber.  "He seems to be stopping at several of the local shops and apparently taking his own sweet time to arrive at the chamber.  I wonder if he is part Pkysee like me since he seems to be playing instead of worrying about getting to the meeting," Meen pondered for a moment.  Aralt even stopped by the local brewer to place an order of Dragon's Brew to be delivered to his home later today.  It wasn't until he finished his tea and biscuit at the teashop that he finally started towards the chambers.  "That should have given those silly council members plenty of time to arrive," he smiled, knowing that he was subtlety letting them know who will be in charge of this meeting.  
When he walked through the chamber doorway, he was not surprised to see several of the town councilors already seated and waiting for his arrival.  He noticed immediately the Sleeping Sister by her headpiece and serene look as if she was meditating and biding her time.  "Is that a reporter sitting next to her?"  Aralt thought to himself.  "He must be since he has a copy of the Bellwether laying on the desk and scribbling away with his quill.  The others are only a guess."
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​"But I would have to surmise with this mix of citizens here, the Troll and the young Nyte Shade must be important as well as the older couple in the corner."  As if they heard his unspoken thoughts, the older couple both turned their attention to him.  
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"I am the Dowager Griselda and this is my son Baron Belvedere Allowishes Theodore Steffon.  Our greetings from one of the last members of the Dragon Clan to you Herald," she spoke to Aralt (sounding to him like she was royalty waiting for him to deliver a message).  Aralt took a slow breath and only nodded his head and waited for her to continue the introductions.  It took a minute before the Dowager realized what the Herald was waiting for before she continued. 
"This is Queen Ffion of the Shadows' Realm, King Dulbbe of the Trolls, Awena of the Sleeping Sisters, and Efem the Tree Mother.  The others are citizens of the Realms who are here to witness this historic occasion.  We also have Augustus, The Earl of Grey, who is also the editor of the local newspaper, The Bellwether, to record this news worthy event."  ​
Aralt let the silence last a little longer when the introductions were completed.  "I must show them I am in charge here," he thought as he silently walked to a corner of the room so all had to turn to see him.  "I am Aralt the Herald.  I speak to and for the Dragons and the Clans and will prepare the way for the return of the Dragons.  Soon they will return and we must be prepared to make sure they cause no chaos nor reek havoc among the fae folk or the Outies.  I will meet with their leader, the most powerful of their kind - a Wish Dragon.  Upon her return I will re-establish the rules of order laid down by me in the past for their conduct.  If I need your assistance, I will ask for it then.  I expect you will all be available and require each of you to have a runner or setup a message system so that I may contact you when I need your assistance.  If there are no questions, then we are adjourned," he finished as he started towards the chamber doors.
"But what about Hungry?" Meen uttered to Queen Ffion.  "I mean Dre..." she started to add before she saw the look she was getting from all of the others.  "Opps..." she muttered as she tried to find someplace to to look other than at everyone who was glaring at her.
"What was that all about," thought Aralt as he slowly was walking towards the open doors.  "Maybe I should see if there is something I should know."  Looking at everyone now watching him and not saying a word, the Herald decided that he definitely was missing something.  "They should all be complaining or trying to get me to say something more," he pondered and then realized, "they are waiting for me to leave.  Yes, there is definitely something else going on here."
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Deciding on a new tact, he stopped just short of the doorway and turned back towards the council.  "I am sorry.  Being alone for so many years has made me a little brusque in my ways.  I am concerned for the safety of everyone in the Realms and sometimes I do not present myself as cordial as I should.  I have been gone for so long and so many things have changed, I would like to meet with all of you to see what I should know that will help me prepare for the Dragon's return," he finished as he sat down in one of the nearby chairs and awaited their response.   
It was slow in coming.  Actually it was none as no one wanted to be the first to speak back.  "I came on too strong," Aralt realized as he waited.  "I will have to start this."
"Dowager Griselda, I am honored to be met by a member of the Dragon Clan.  I will rely on your assistance upon the Dragons return as you are one of the few who really understand the importance of what I need to do.  We must keep the Dragons under our control if we are to maintain the peace and harmony of our way of life."
As the Dowager remembered the incident with the scroll showing her past and why the Dragon clan was formed, she knew that their decision not to tell the Herald about Dree, the Moon Dragon, had been for the best.
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Delay and Distract...

10/18/2023

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When the villagers realized that the parade was over and Aralt wasn't going to make another appearance, the crowd began to drift back to what they had been doing before the Herald had arrived.  "Guess it's time to get back to work," smiled Snoop, the editor and owner of the local newspaper the Bellwether, as he pulled out his quill and started writing down the events of the day for the evening edition of the paper.  
Not everyone else was smiling though.  Especially not the town council members who had glanced at each other when Aralt had disappeared behind his doors and now started back to the council chambers.  They definitely needed to talk.
Shortly all of them were sitting around the conference table thinking about what to say at the meeting.  Each of the councilors had their chief minion there in case an errand or message needed to be delivered awaiting in the chairs spaced against the wall of the chamber. Even if they were longingly gazing at the buffet table that Granny Flare and Cornelia had setup for everyone to snack on,  they understood the importance of the events of day.
Finally it was the Dowager who started the conversation.  "Well, that went well."
Those four words were all it took to get everyone talking at the same time.  "Who would have thought he would be so short and I don't just mean in stature," snapped one member.  "How can he think I will let him stay on the grounds of my castle," growled Queen Ffion.  "What are we going to do now?" both Awena and Dulbbe silently thought to themselves as they listened to the others talk.
Finally, when the room became quiet again, it was the Baron who spoke.  "Well, yes, I was expecting Aralt to be a little friendlier," shaking his head as he couldn't understand this as he was friendly with everyone he met.  "But the question is what will we do now?  It appears by his actions that he might not be as open to us as we had hoped," continued the Baron.
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Each of the council members sat quietly, thinking about the Baron's question.  Indeed, what do we do now?  It was a quandary.  "There is one thing we probably should do," grumbled Nemmer as he watched the others staring at each other around the table.  "Maybe we need to hide Dree until we know more about this Herald business."
It took a minute, as the others were heavy in thought about the situation, before they realized what Nemmer had just muttered.  "Nemmer is right," smiled the Dowager.  "Dree should be hidden until we know enough about Aralt before they meet.  We don't want the two of them to get off on the wrong foot.  But I also don't think they should meet until we find out what the Herald's plans are first."
After a short discussion, the rest of the council agreed with the Dowager, but who to send?  For they needed to distract Dree and to keep him away until the council had their chance to find out Aralt's plan and that wouldn't be easy. 
"I could send Meen," volunteered Queen Ffion as Meen jumped from her chair when she heard her name.
"No disrespect to you or your minion, Queen Ffion," answered Awena, " But we need someone who might be able to distract Dree as to the arrival of the Herald but not spill the beans about him.  Meen would get so caught up playing and probably tell Dree everything since she is a twiddletop when it comes to keeping secrets."  The conversation continued for some time, going back and forth on who would be best to inform the Dragon, but it wasn't until Dulbbe, the Troll King, made his offer before they selected the messenger.
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"Tell me again why you think I should be the one to distract the Dragon?  Am I supposed to let him eat me? For that won't take long and then you will be right back to the same problem," Drat said.
"Quit being so dramatic.  You have meet him before and he knows you work for me... and bes​ides, of all of the others here that can be sent on this errand - we both know you are the best choice," answered the Troll King as he looked directly into his minions eyes.
Realizing that his boss was both correct and actually giving him a compliment, Drat blushed slightly and bowed his head.  "As you command Sire," he replied as he departed on his errand.
"Well, it got me out of what looked like a long and boring meeting," thought Drat as he darted down the street to the caves under the Baron's mansion all the time working up a plan to keep the Dragon busy without letting him know he was being hidden away again for now.  "I wonder if I can get him into a game of Tic Tac Toe?  That could take a while if he doesn't know that secret.  But I will definitely need to let him know that it doesn't require body parts or eating."
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