"I told you that we should have left him alone this time," one Wysp told the others. "Now he is really mad!" Really mad was an understatement, Aralt was furious! His corolla was missing and after seeing so many Wysps around he finally figured out who had taken it. "Today is not the day for this to happen," growled Aralt as he wanted to have his magical crown when he and Siate' met the young Dragon named Dree. "My Emerald Dragon Stone will let me hear the mind-speaking of the Dragons, but without the corolla, I won't be able to nudge them to my desires." This is how Drat found him. "This will be easier than I thought," Drat realized as he watched both Aralt and the Wysps. Slowly stalking behind the arguing group of Wysps, Drat whispered from behind them that maybe they should head for the free food at the SPICE cave nearby where Allspice and Nutmegg were preparing food and drink for the meeting.
Aralt didn't hesitate to chase the Wysp holding his crown out of the cave and ended up following them towards the SPICE kitchen. Smiling, Drat waited a minute before slowly following them all so he could be there to watch the excitement when Dree and the others arrived. As the Wysps were being chased by Aralt, Nutmegg was setting up a small tent and some tables for the food that Allspice was bringing out from the kitchen in their cave. "They should be getting here soon," thought Nutmegg as he finished with the tables. As Nutmegg finished, Allspice stepped out of the cave with a box of food and said, "They should be here soon." Nutmegg just smiled at his boss and shook his head in amusement.
Soon it looked like it was going to be the biggest picnic that the Realm of Wymsy had ever seen. Just about everyone was there! Everyone but the Dragons... As the Wysps, being followed by Aralt, appeared so did a very smug looking Drat. It was then that the Dragon Queen, Siate', decided to make her grand entrance out of her cave too. As she left her cave, other Dragons started to appear behind her. Aralt decided that he needed to be there and vowed to get even with those irritating Wysps later as he went to stand by Siate's side as the Dragon Herald. As more and more Dragons appeared from the other caves in the area, the Wysmy townspeople grew quiet and stared. They had no idea that there were that many Dragons who had returned to the Realm. Soon many of the Wysps started to ignore the free food and began mumbling to each other as they pointed at each new Dragon as it appeared. It did not take long for Siate' to be standing at the head of the Dragons as if she was the queen of them all. In her mind she was their Queen as soon as she could take care of this young Dragon Dree. Hopefully today would be that day so the others would not challenge her authority over them since Dragons did not believe in royalty or governments for themselves. Dragons were pragmatic though as they did respect power and intelligence. Just as Siate's was becoming irritated, Aralt stepped up to her side. "Where is this young Dragon?" she asked him. Aralt looking around quickly and replied "He is not here". She had thought that Dree had already arrived when she had made herself known and now here she was waiting for him to appear. "I will make him pay for this," grumbled Siate' as she tapped her long talons on a rock while she waited for Dree to arrive. All of a sudden, a portal appeared in the middle of crowd and as everyone was moving away from it, out stepped Granny Flare, Meerher, Ellie, and Dree. Almost as fast as the portal appeared, it was gone. As Granny and the Luminary Council members headed towards where the Baron and Dowager stood, Dree turned and to face Siate' and her wrath.
"Why, I was of the Wish Dragon clan as I told you before," answered Dree as he knew that would irritate her even more. "I know that," she almost screamed. "What clan are you with now?" "Well," answered Dree, "I just recently found out there is one more member so I guess you could say it is a clan I suppose..." he paused watching Siate' getting madder at how he was making her look foolish, Dree continued. "I am of the Moon Dragon clan." Of all of the responses he could have said, this one made the entire Dragon community lift their heads and look at him now in a different way. Before they all saw a young Dragon being impertinent to an elder, now they saw only something that many of them had heard about in legends and a legend for a Dragon was a very, very, very long time ago. Now was the time for Dree to remove the threat of Siate' and Aralt. "Dragons! Townsfolk of Wymsy! Hear me! I am Drai’ochtluan but most of you know me as Dree. I am of the Moon Dragon clan and am here to show you the powers of my clan. Recently a new Realm has appeared in the cosmos. It is causing a disturbance in the balance and must be corrected before great and terrible events occur. There are many from various realms trapped there without a way home. This must be corrected and with this being the thinnest time of the year of the great veil that separates the realms, it must be done now." This is where Siate' realized she could establish her power and quickly interrupted Dree. "I have the power to make a portal to bring them over," she said making sure she spoke loud enough for all to hear. This was the moment that Dree had been waiting for! "As you cannot keep the portal open for very long, I thank you for your offer of assistance," spoke Dree, "but I intend to anchor this new realm called the World of Whispers to this realm so it can be now a part of the Realm of Wymsy." Dree's announcement caught Siate' off guard. "No Dragon can do that," she growled. Dree just smiled and thumbed the Brownie portal stone that he had been holding and started to open a portal.
As the portal opened, those surrounding Dree could see the others trapped in the other realm. Soon a metal chain appeared to be floating and coming out of the portal and attached itself to a nearby boulder. When the connection was secure, slowly those trapped on the other side started coming through the portal. Quickly the Baron and Dowager greeted them and started to move them away from the opening. As more and more appeared from the portal, Dree turned to Siate' and said, "thank you for your offer to help, but the portal will now stay open on it's own and the other realm is now permanently attached to this one. The balance has been restored." As Siate' started to open her mouth to say something, she realized that she had been beat and quickly closed it. This young Dragon had beaten her and now she needed to figure out how best to salvage the situation. Siate' had always been a Dragon of opportunity and now she was trying to create a new one... but what would it be?
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"Now it's more work that adventure," thought the House Mother. For she knew that now with the greetings over that they had to get back to work. "Ahem... I would like to thank all of you for your courtesy and friendly greetings, but there is little time and we must be starting on our mission. Granny Flare has told us about a Moon Dragon. Is he close by?" Meerher asked. It was at that time Dree stepped through the doorway and into the room followed by a white rat. "How young he looks," thought Meerher. After Dree introduced himself and Drat, he asked the visitors why the were looking for him. It was Ellie who spoke first. "We need you to save some others on a realm that magically appeared and is throwing everything topsy-turvy," she told him speaking very fast. It took Dree a couple of seconds to make out what Ellie had said and before he could answer it was Meerher who continued. "Dree, we of the Luminary Council monitor the realms to help keep the balance in our universe. Recently a new realm appeared out of nowhere and is causing disruptions throughout the cosmos. It seems to be Fate that we have come to find you as a Moon Dragon will be needed to heal the rift and ours is not available."
Dree's greatest desire was to ask how he could meet the other Moon Dragon, but knew that he had another problem that had to be solved first. "We are having a small 'Dragon' problem here of our own. What is it that you are wanting from me?" Dree asked. "Why nothing yet. We are here to help you. According to Granny Flare, your problem also involves this new realm that she called the World of Whispers," Meerher replied. "We brought some tools that might help you in making contact to it. It needs to be grounded to this realm as size doesn't matter but numbers do matter in the balance. By connecting the new realm to this one, then we are back to an even number of realms and the balance is maintained," Meerher finished as she looked at those standing around her.
"Granny told us about the Roses' in the other realm and that you were trying to make a portal link to it," Meerher replied. "We hope these tools will help you make the link and connect the two realms together. It will take a lot of your magic to make it happen as a job of this magnitude could not be done by any other magical creature. Granny did mention something to us about your 'Dragon' problem and we may have an answer for that as well if you are interested," continued Meerher.
It was Drat's mission to make sure that Aralt was also there. Meanwhile the others were to start the planning for the hopeful return of all of the ones that were stuck in the World of Whispers as they would be disorientated. For once they arrived, they would realize that they were hungry since they had not eaten nor drank anything for a while in that strange white realm. Dree, Granny Flare, and the two Illuminarys had some practicing to do with Granny's portal stone and the gifts that Meerher and Ellie had brought with them from the Bag of Possibilities.
"Who are you?" Granny asks sharply as she wasn't expecting to see a face suddenly appear in her stone. "I don't have much time to speak, House Brownie," said the face of Meerher. "Apparently you have the best connection to my portal call and I need to talk to you about call you had." Meerher then tells Granny she is on her way with some important news that can't be shared just anywhere. "Where can we meet? There will be two of us," asked Meerher. Granny knew how important that question was for one should know where a portal opening is going to happen so one just doesn't walk out into a pool of lava or a bottomless pit.
Soon Meerher and Ellie appeared through the portal looking like no creature Granny had met before. As Granny watched them, she thought to herself, "What trouble have I just invited in?" After making sure Ellie had come through the portal without any mishaps, Meerher noticed Granny and reached out her hand in friendship. "I am Meerher, a House Mother of The Luminary Council's and this young student next to me is E'luminosity," said Meerher. Ellie quickly pipped in "You can call me Ellie". "I am Granny Flare," answered the Brownie. Through the introductions Granny had been moving them inside her hut and getting everyone seated at the table where the tea and cake were waiting to be served. Ellie was so tempted to quickly reach for a piece of cake but then she remember her manners and the importance of why they were here. Seeing the flicker of disappointment in the eye of Ellie, Granny smiled and held out a plate with a piece of cake as she asked, "Why don't you tell me why you are here, so I know how best to help." Meerher and Ellie than went on to explain about the sudden appearance in the Realms of a new unknown realm and how it is their job to watch over the realms. This new realm just popping up had never happen before. Then Ellie went on to explained about "the call" for help or what sounded like someone needing help in this new realm and how the connection seem to reach to this location or realm that they seemed to now be in. What was also truly puzzling to the Moonies was that they thought they were the only ones that could go to the different realms. "In looking for answers we then went to the Bag of Possibilities for some solutions," said Meerher. "We received some gifts or tools so to speak and thought you might be able to help us out in figuring how best to use them." Granny was in a daze as she listened to their story. But it also tied in with "the call" she had received from the Roses. "This sounds like a situation that our Village Council is aware of and is currently working on," Granny told her guests. "I think it is time for us to travel over to the Baron's mansion and to make sure that Dree is there too. He is our young Moon Dragon who has also been pulled into this adventure too."
"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."
As he finished writing the last few words, he muttered to himself, "Yes, I need to do a lot more research regarding this Moon Dragon. I am hearing the words whispered in the winds too often, especially in regard to this Aralt character also. I think I will need to share a tankard of Tee-Hee Brew with him and see what he has to say. As a Herald to Dragons, he might say something interesting. Maybe this time I can out scoop Snoop and he will have to publish something I write on the cover of the Bellwether."
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.
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.
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.  Happy Thanksgiving!
For another, it’s all in the preparation. A House Brownie will start planning and preparing for Spring cleaning usually about a month before Spring starts (and sometimes sooner)!
Now this year, Granny Flare had been planning all winter and had finally decided that she needed to branch out and help others who were not so fortunate to have a House Brownie available for the Spring cleaning. The problem was figuring out where her perspective helpers were located now that they did not need to hide from Nemmer. “It’s a good thing that Nemmer quit bopping the Dusty Mytes,” thought Granny as she decided to go out and look for them. “It’s also good that the Dusty Mytes have gained some control over their forgetful dust. It just won’t do having them blow their dust around and everyone forgetting everything. It could set back cleaning for generations!” Granny shuddered just to think of it!
Soon Granny was in the caves and found where the Dusty Mytes had made their homes. It was neat and tidy. “Those noses do a good job of vak-u-ming up all of the dirt,” she thought as she nodded her head in approval. It did not take Granny long, but soon she and the Dusty Mytes came to an agreement and a business plan quickly worked out. Granny would find the cottages that needed cleaning, make all of the arrangements, and have the inhabitants go for a Spring outing, the Dusty Mytes then would come in and vak-u-m the homes. It did not take long for the word to get out which meant Granny needed a plan sooner than later to keep everyone busy while her "crews" were cleaning. With that the Spring Fair idea was born. Now, on the first day of Spring, everyone not in the cleaning crews were at the Spring Fair hosted by Efem, while Granny Flare and other House Brownies (with the Dusty Mytes help of course) are busy swishing, sweeping, and cleaning the old dusty winter gloom away. HAPPY SPRING!
"But what can we whip up that will be different? We have to show everyone that we still have that special touch and are the best bakers in the realms!" Goodie2shues and Goodie4U just looked at each other and tried to think up something unique. "I remember a few years ago when Granny came up with a gluten free pumpkin pie recipe that everyone tried just to see what it tasted like," said Goodie2shues. "Hardly anyone ate what we brought that year," added Goodie4U remembering all of the leftovers they had from that Harvest Festival. "We don't want that again," added Goodiegood. As the three sisters stewed over what special recipe they would pull together, they sat and sipped their pumpkin spice tea. Suddenly Goodiegood smiled. The others could just picture her mind churning up something. "I know what we can create and we won't even have to use the oven!" she snickered. "No one else would ever think of it..." she continued almost to herself.
"This will be fun and we didn't even have to ask the Magical Cooking Spoon for an idea," Goodie2shues thought as she started her part of the recipe. The recipe:
First she melted the butter and mixed it with the sugar and graham cracker crumbs in a large bowl. Next she pressed the mix across the bottom of a cake pan and then put the pan into a cooler to chill it until it was cold. As Goodie2shues was making the crust, Goodie4U was starting the filling. In a large bowl she mixed:
After mixing the ingredients, she folded in 1 quart of softened vanilla ice cream. Next she spooned everything into the chilled crust made by Goodie2shues and they put the treat into a freezer for about 30 minutes. When this was done, it was Goodiegood who figured out that a double batch of the mixture would fill a 9 inch by 13 inch cake pan. "If we are going to have enough for everyone, we will need to get some more supplies before the Festival," she told her sisters as they were looking over the finished treat after it had chilled sufficiently. "I wonder how much ice cream we can get this time of year?" "No one will think of this," said Goodie2shues as the others nodded their heads in agreement. "But what do you call it?" she asked Goodiegood who had thought up the recipe.
The others nodded their head in agreement as Goodiegood made a note on the shopping list to not forget the two in the cave.
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.
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.
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."
"What are we to do now?" replied one member followed by "What do you think he will look like?" from another council member. In the middle of all this chaotic noise, Fiddlefaddle leaned over towards the Baron. Being the Baron's all around handy man and procurator of travel arrangements he quietly asked, "Do you know where he will be staying since we don't have what the Outies call a hotel here in our small village?" With that small question, the noise stopped instantly in the council chamber that one could have heard a pin drop if one was listening for that pin. Finally, Nemmer was the one who broke the silence. "There is a room over at the Rusty Nail Pub. I was just there this past week with my fellow archers and I am sure I heard the owner mention he had a spare room available." Which of course set up another flow of highly opinionated views on that suggestion.
"No, I don't think that is a good idea," replied Awena. "I walked by there on my way to the council meeting and heard that the little old lady that owns the place just picked up a set of Peerrots (in the Outie world would be known as parrots) that squeal 'Rise & Shine and Git Out' every morning now. I don't think we want our guest to think we don't want him here," continued Awena. At that moment a golden coach pulled up in front of the Village Council's building. All the members stood in anticipation for the Herald to exit the coach. As he did he simple stepped down, gave everyone a cold look, paid the coach driver, and then turned towards the center of the Village as if looking for something. He then proceeded to walk off and left without a word of acknowledgement or greeting as the coach departed in the opposite direction. So, just like the Pied Piper in tales of old, the Herald continued walking down the center of the small village neither looking left nor right with the Council members (now with a few curious villagers who were wondering where the parade was going and what was it for) all following behind him. Little did they know that Aralt was focusing on the ley lines of the area. He could feel them and though it had been many many years since being here, especially without the Dragons to feed them, the lines were still here, though very faint.
"If he thinks he is staying at my castle without an invitation or greeting, I don't think so!" Ffion growled to herself as the crowd all turned towards the Shadows' Queen castle. They all continued walking down the road like a gaggle of geese following the Herald's lead as he walked into the courtyard of the Shadows' Queen's castle and proceeded to the back upper garden where several of those following soon realized it was the same garden where the young Wish Dragon had transformed into a Moon Dragon. Aralt then went past the waterfalls (that covered the entrance to the secret cave that held the Dragon tablet recently taken by a Borrower) towards a wall covered with bramble vines that grow only in a darker corner of the garden. With his arms raised and the stone in the locket glowing that he always carried with him, Aralt spoke. " Rise to the left. Shift to the right. Reveal these doors to my Sight." Magically the brambles began to pull to the left with some shifting to the right, soon a massive stone door appeared that slowly opened for him. Apparently, by everyone's stunned reaction, Aralt realized that most of these simple people didn't know about the Dragons' Cave below. He finally decided to address the crowd of followers and turned to face them. "Excuse me. This is where I'll be staying. It has been a long day. I will meet with you tomorrow," and with that walked through the now open doorway with them shutting behind him. All the villagers stood there stunned with their mouths hanging open, wondering just what had happen.
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