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Off to See a Wizard...

9/21/2022

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After a short trek through the Wandering Woods, the trio of Hewy, the Baron, and Fiddlefaddle arrive at the entrance of a small cave.  Sitting outside on a rock (that actually looked more comfortable than the tree trunk they had sat on in the Troll tavern) was the wizard, Dewin, looking into his crystal ball.

​"Good day Dewin," said Hewy.  "How's the Dragon training going?"
"When a certain student decides not to disappear to go off and play... not too bad," answered Dewin with a disgruntled look.  "We were supposed to have a belching class this morning but he skipped out somewhere.  I have been looking up some more information for his studies in my crystal ball for when he returns.  He will wish he had attended the class instead of going off to play by the time I get done." 
It was when looking up from the crystal ball that the wizard noticed that his three visitors all looked a little more than just concerned about the absence of the Wish Dragon.  "What's going on?" asked Dewin.  "Is there something I should know about?"
The Baron started out and then Hewy jumped in to explained their concerns about Hungry's safety.  "Yes," said Hewy, "the Troll King has been asking a lot of questions about Dragons and that he was hearing about a Dragon tablet.  We're concerned about what the Troll King might do if he could capture Hungry." ​
"This Dragon tablet you mentioned sounds like it could be a powerful tool in the wrong hands," mused Dewin as he stood up and started pacing while he thought.  "And you think that Druzzy (the Troll King) has heard about Hungry, thinking he could be the answer on how to read the tablet?" the wizard muttered as he continued pacing, thinking about what he was just told. 

​Shortly Dewin stopped pacing and turned to the others.  "There possibly is more here going on than you think," said Dewin. ​
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"Recently I was looking over some old scrolls, preparing for a lesson with Hungry, when I found a reference to a Dragon Transformation ritual.  It was just a small note scribbled on the margin that I just took as a pondering note, but now it makes some sense." ​
The others did not interrupt the wizard, so he continued his ponderings.  "It mentioned a disaster with the Dragons.  Something about how a Wish Dragon was undergoing the transformation when a bird interrupted the ceremony.  From the sounds of the note, things did not go well for the Wish Dragon.  That is all I know about it as sadly what happened wasn't written."  The three visitors concernedly glanced at each other and made a decision.
"We need to find Hungry now to make sure he is safe and well hidden from the Troll King until we have the tablet," said the Baron to the others.  Even the wizard nodded his head in agreement since it was now not just finding a truant student, but possibly the future of the realms.
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"I had promised Hungry that I would not use my crystal ball unnecessarily to spy on him but this is an emergency," said the wizard as he turned from the others to start gazing through his crystal ball to locate the missing Wish Dragon.

​"In the meantime, we need to get the others to help us too to find him," Hewy told the Baron and Fiddlefaddle. While the Baron and Fiddlefaddle were nodding their heads in agreement, Hewy continued "I will find Hungry's other teachers, you two need to find the Spites or Meen, which ever one you can find first." 
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The Meeting at the Goat Troll Tavern

8/30/2022

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Finding a comfortable seat was a little harder than the Baron had thought it would be.  "Troll taverns aren't like anyone else's," thought the Baron as he scans the available seating.  In one corner of the room was a pile of rocks (some of them sharp, green, moldy looking and pointy) while in another corner were a pile of sticks (more of those being sharper and pointier than the rocks).
Nowhere did there appear to be a regular chair or seat to sit down on while he and Fiddlefaddle waited for Hewy and the Rock band he was jamming with to finish.  ​After another quick glance of the room, he noticed Fiddlefaddle waving to him and pointing at a log that was up against a wall.  "At least I will be able to sit down on something not pointy," decided the Baron and started towards his faithful BAT man.
Meanwhile, Fiddlefaddle was brushing the lose bark off of the log and setting a cloth over it so the Baron would have a place to sit without sticking to the sap leaking from the tree.  It was then that he realized that the log (being about 3 feet around) had not been cut down but had been broken in half like it had been smashed with something heavy.  "A fist maybe," thought Fiddlefaddle!  If he was worried about what kind of place they were in before, he was even more so now... 
"Sir, I have prepared a place for you here," he told the Baron.  "What would you like to drink while we wait for Hewy?"  Thinking that this was turning into a new adventure, the Baron decided to go with the flow.  "Whatever their special is today would be fine."
Hoping that the Baron would have said something like, 'oh, just a glass of water would be fine' was what Fiddlefaddle had wished for, never the less he started to the counter where a large troll was standing and wiping a stone tankard with what appeared to be someone's old shirt.  "My good troll, what is today's special?" he asked.  After staring at the BAT man for a couple of seconds, finally the troll smiled and answered.  "Aged goat's milk with a little extra special ingredient for flavor."  
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Now Fiddlefaddle was not going to ask about the extra because he really did not want to know what it might be, but went ahead and ordered one for the Baron.  As he was taking it back to him, Fiddlefaddle noticed that the Baron was now talking to Hewy who had finished his last practice set and was now taking a break.
"I know where some of the Borrowers live but they are a secluded group and usually live away from each other instead of in a community.  Borrowers like to work alone when they can.  They normally don't like to be too close to neighbors because either a fight happens because they 'borrowed' something or the neighbor did," he heard Hewy tell the Baron.  
"But Hewy, we must find this Borrower because it has a Dragon tablet that may change our entire realm if it gets into the wrong hands," whispered the Baron as he leaned into the troll, hoping that no else was listening in. 
"Or Troll's hands you mean.  This must be what the Troll King Druzzy is wanting," replied Hewy.  "Lately he has been trying to get me to bring Hungry to him and he keeps asking me about any information or old songs about Dragons that I might know about.  The last time he summoned me to his audience room, he said that as a musician I must know how to read music, but could I also read Dragon?  It made no sense to me at the time, but now it does.  He must really want that tablet."
"I don't think it would be a good thing, Sir, if he gets it," interrupted Fiddlefaddle.  "Sorry sir, your drink..." holding out the tray to the Baron.  As the Baron's thoughts were on the problem he and Hewy were discussing, he grabbed the handle of the drink and started to take a sip... but before he could, Hewy's hand covered the top of the tankard and pulled it from his grasp.  "Is this today's special?" he asked Fiddlefaddle.  "Yes, it is what the Baron requested," he replied.
"Unless you want us to carry you out of here, I would not drink that.  The special ingredient is a large shot of aged Dragon's Brew and even that is strong enough to put a troll asleep under a tavern table let alone under a bridge," Hewy told the Baron.  Deciding that Hewy's warning was good enough for him, the Baron decided to forget about the drink and continue the discussion.  "If Druzzy is interested in Hungry, then we should warn him or maybe consider hiding him deeper in the forest."
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"Let me get my gear and I can take you to where he is training with his other teachers," answered Hewy sitting the drink down on the wooden tavern floor and starting to the stage.  As he was setting it down, a small drop spilled from the tankard and started smoking and bubbling where it landed, leaving a hole in the wooden floor that hadn't been there before.
"Fiddlefaddle, next time you order the special, maybe you should get some ice (lots of ice) to water it down a little bit?" the Baron told his BAT man as they followed Hewy to the tavern door and into the street.  As Fiddlefaddle followed the Baron out of the door, he made some notes in a little journal that he carried for information just like this.
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Burnt Out...!!

9/14/2021

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Hewy needed to check on Hungry, the little Dragon, especially after being "asked" by the Troll King to find him. As he followed the trail to Cornelia's cottage, (since that is where Hungry was staying) his thoughts were concentrated on what had just happened at the Troll King's court.  "Why does the King really want to meet Hungry?" he pondered.  He knew that Druzzy was up to no good, but he just could not see what he wanted from the young Wish Dragon.  "I need to talk to the others," he mumbled deciding that was his best course and wondering what was causing this smoke in the air?  The smoke seemed to be coming from the direction of Cornelia's cottage!  He quickened his pace and after realizing that it WAS coming from the cottage he started running towards the smoke.
​Smoke was rolling out of the windows and the door. Fearing for his friends he was just about to run into the cottage when he saw Cornelia, Efem, The CAT, and Hungry all standing near the bee hives.  As usual, The CAT was just looking at everything and smiling, Efem and Cornelia were both coughing and wiping their watering eyes, and Hungry, if a Dragon can look apologetic and embarrassed, was wringing his front paws together saying that he was really, realllllly sorry.
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"Is everyone okay?  Where's the water buckets and I will start trying to put the fire out!" asked Hewy as he started towards the well.
"Hewy, It's fine.  The fire is out," Efem was finally able to tell him after she had stopped coughing.  Cornelia grumbled, since Efem was coughing again, "We have found out that when Hungry gets excited, he spits a little fire and a lot, and I do mean a lot, of smoke."
It took Hewy a minute before he realized what was happening, then since everyone was okay, he started laughing.   This is when The CAT joined in as he also thought it was funny.  Knowing that he was Hungry's Spite, The CAT was enjoying both being fed by Cornelia and Efem as well as the entertainment of these Wish Dragon's lessons.  Hewy, soon realizing that both of the Dryads were not as amused as him, quickly stopped laughing but still could not take the smile from his lips.
"And to what do we owe this visit from you today?" growled Efem as she wiped the tears from her eyes.  "You are not scheduled to be Hungry's teacher for another couple of weeks."
Having almost forgotten his reason for the visit, Hewy quickly told them of his meeting with the King of the Trolls and his concerns.  "I agree Hewy, he is up to no good," answered Efem.  "The question is, what do we do?"
"I have been thinking about that and the best I can come up with is to send Hungry somewhere for a while so Druzzy won't be able to find him until we find out what he is wanting," answered Hewy.  "The problem is that I can't think of anyplace safe and where he won't be seen."
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It was The CAT that came up with the answer.  "Well, since your places aren't fireproof," smiled The CAT, "Why not send him to Dewin's for his lessons a little early?  With the shabby way your homes are built, at least the cave won't burn down..."  With the withering stares he received from both Efem and Cornelia, for once The CAT did not finish his sentence.  Standing up and slinking away, Hewy could hear The CAT muttering something like, "sure, blame the cat..."
Now Dewin, being a wizard, had given the others each a crystal to communicate with him over long distances so they could keep in touch.  They decided that would be the best for Hungry and after the smoke cleared, went back inside of the cottage  where they told Dewin about their concerns and request.  Shortly Sprigg'n, the Spite that had attached herself to the wizard upon his arrival to the Realm, arrived and they (Hungry, The CAT, and Sprigg'n) were off to the safety of Dewin's cave.
As they left and Hewy watched them crest the first hill and disappear from sight, Hewy finally felt that Hungry would soon be safe... ahhh, but will he?  There seems to be others who also wish to see the Wish Dragon and not all of them from just curiosity.  "Now," wondered Hewy, "in the meantime where I am going to disappear until this blows over?"
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Answering a Royal Summons...

8/17/2021

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"I wonder what he really wants," thought Hewy as he sat in the receiving room waiting to see the Troll King.  "After the last party I played  for his Royalty and with the Gooblin King showing up uninvited -- it was pretty well understood by everyone that there would be no more parties at this palace. It hadn't been pretty when the Gooblin King entered and stole the audience by having a bigger gem to show off than King Druzzy," Hewy sat remembering. 
The more Hewy thought about it, the more he was convinced that the King must have another reason for summoning him than just to write the music for another party.  "I bet it has something to do with Hungry," he guessed.  ​At this time his own stomach rumbled as he had been waiting quiet a long time and was beginning to get hungry before finally Drat, the King's minion, came to invite Hewy into the royal chambers.
"Ah, Hewy, just the Troll I was waiting for," smiled the King with a quick wink to his eye and a small smirk on his lips as he knuckles bumped Hewy's clenched fists. There were very few protocols for Trolls, but the knuckles bump was one that all Trolls did.  More of out safety than anything else, just like a salute is to make sure your enemy's hand was empty of a weapon, trolls wanted to make sure both hands were busy.  Every troll wanted to live to become an Ancient One so each was taught as a young trolling to make sure that you did not allow anyone to get a hold on you.  Thus the knuckles bump was started making it difficult (but not impossible) to be grabbed.
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"How may I serve you sire?" Hewy asked as he quickly backed away from the King to be a safe.
"Hewy, I have heard about a young Wish Dragon and that you are to be one of his teachers, is that correct?"  Before Hewy could reply though, the King kept talking... "It has been a long time since the Dragons have been in the realm, do you think that you could bring him here to meet with me?  I would really like to have a private chat with him," asked the King, again giving him that wink-wink. Now, when a King asks for something of one of his subjects, it really is not a request, it is a nice way of saying that he wants something and it is up to the one being asked to get it.  The Troll Kingdom is no exception.
Hewy knew he was going to need to answer this request but he hoped he could delay it for a little while.  "I will have to meet with the young Wish Dragon, sire," answered Hewy,  "as he is currently with his other teachers."
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"That's fine... just fine.  Don't be long and let Drat know when you will return," the King idly replied as his mind was already planning the next steps of his scheme.  "You may go." 

Drat, knowing his cue, started ushering Hewy from the King's presence.  As Drat and Hewy left, the King overheard his minion asking where the Wish Dragon was now, how long before Hewy would be returning, and what did a Wish Dragon eat?
"Now, the next step in getting the Blue Rose begins," snickered Druzzy with a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his larcenous eyes.  ​
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Singing in the chaos...

6/16/2021

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​"A Wish Dragon?  Hungry here is a Wish Dragon and I am his Spite?" growled The CAT.  "And there is some prophecy?  Is that what you were singing Hewy?"  Hewy nodded his head to the surprised feline.  "Okay, so I can understand this right... could you sing the prophecy again Hewy?"  The troll slowly started his melody again with the first part of the prophecy.
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​"When the last of the Wish Dragyns are lost
and is starving for knowledge at any cost;
will choices be made by many
that will bring the Realms to despair or to plenty. "
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"Now wait a minute.  Sorry to interrupt but I am trying to figure this out," cut in The CAT.  "If Hungry is the last of the Wish Dragons and he has been lost for this whole time... sounds like to me that he would certainly be starving.  Also sounds like he might be in need of a teacher too.  Okay, please continue."
Hewy then continued his song.
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​"Which way will it sway and who will triumph none yet can foretell
but for good to win the evil must not prevail;
for if evil wins forever magic will be changed or lost
and the Realms will suffer at the cost."
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"Whoooh!" said The CAT.  "That sure sounds like the wizard here.  He almost prevailed with trying to get his wish.  Not that I am saying you are evil, mister wizard, as I don't know you that well.  But it sounded like to me that the wish you were asking for could have changed things not only here in this Realm but where you were from too."
Dewin, hung his head and nodded.  "I hadn't really thought about what my wish could do.  I was just angry and wanted to go back to where I had come from.  Now I can see that maybe fate put me here for a reason," answered the wizard slightly raising his eyes to look at Hungry.
Excited, Hewy sang the next line of the prophecy.  "For in the telling of this tale a musician must play' - that sounds like me," exclaimed Hewy getting caught up in the solving of the prophecy.  "But who would be the - 'as the dryad who has forsaken it's way'?"  
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Parsley raised her hand and told the others that it could possibly mean her.  "I left the ways of the Tree Mothers to become the herbalist I am today.  Though I don't see why that would make a difference?"
​"The troll will mend what was once broken, " Hewy continued.  "Apparently that is me also as I am the only Troll here.  The sole thing I had broken was my heart when the love of my life left, but that was healed when I saw Awena again.  This last line still confuses me though," said Hewy as he sang the next part.
​"As they both must gain the Dragyn 's token."
Excited about how the prophecy was coming together, Hungry pipped in, "That is easy.  A Dragon's token is his trust.  Nothing is more important to a Dragon than knowing who to trust."   
As the others thought about what Hungry had just said, Hewy wrapped up the prophecy by singing the last stanza.
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"​​For if this does not happen another will sway
the young mind which will drift away;
and from the lack of knowledge will the choice then be
for the Dragyn will  grant the destructive plea."
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Silently everyone gathered around the little Wish Dragon.  Dewin was the first to speak.  "I am sorry for misleading you Hungry.  I just wanted to go home, not realizing that maybe I am already there."  After that, everyone agreed that Hungry needed to learn more about the powers of the Wish Dragon.  It was decided that Hewy and Parsley, having gained the Dragon's trust, would be responsible for starting those lessons.  The CAT was happy he was also going to be returning to familiar surroundings, as he now had to have lessons too apparently as the Dragon's Spite.​
​Sprout was thrilled to hear that Hungry was going to be heading home with him as her heard his mother tell the Wish Dragon that she would be his teacher.  Until Parsley added, “and you will not be alone for Sprout will take classes with you.”  “WHAT?” exclaimed the startled Dryad.
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So now that the little Dragon was found, and the prophecy seemed to have been fulfilled, everyone decided they could all return to their homes.  Of course a stop by the Sugar Plum Bakery on their way didn't sound to bad too.  "I wonder where Nemmer is?" thought Cornelius as they started to leave.  As luck would have it, Nemmer had forgotten all about getting to The Wishing Well (he had bumped into some Dusty Mytes who had sprayed him out of habit with the forgetful dust) and too was on his way home.
It was only The Wishing Well who noticed after everyone had left Snoop rushing from the bushes he had been hiding in to hurry back to the Bellwether to get out the scoop of his career.  A Dragon had returned to the Realms!!!
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When is a good wish bad???

6/9/2021

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​“Hungry, if you are this prophecy Dragon, then all you have to do is not do evil,” Dewin told the young Wish Dragon.

​​“You mean that if I tell myself that I am not going to do anything evil, then evil can’t win?” eagerly asked Hungry.  “I can do that!”
​Before Dewin could continue though, the least likely member of the group replied to the Dragon. 
“I am afraid it doesn't work that way.  I have tried but no matter how much I try to do something, it somehow always seems to not come out the exact way I pictured it to be,” answered The CAT.  “Look Hungry, bad things can happen even when trying to do good.”
Dewin had his own plan here and being interrupted by this CAT wasn't helping it, but before he could stop The CAT, another spoke first.
​“You're his Spite!” Sprigg’n exclaimed excitedly at The CAT.  “I wasn’t sure at first, but after listening to you speak, the feelings we experienced when we first met, and now meeting Hungry, I realize that you ARE his Spite. That is Good... I think."
“What do you mean 'his Spite'?” Hungry and The CAT, both being surprised and confused, replied together.  Now everyone was listening for Sprigg'n's answer, even the Wizard.  Since Sprigg'n still hadn't answered, Dewin asked again,  "What do you mean?  How is The CAT the Wish Dragon's Spite?  You told me before that Spites only appear with a Wish Dragon and a wish."
​Shaking her head at the wizard, Sprigg’n finally answered.  “Hungry and The CAT were both born at the same time.  Hungry must have been from a wish that was answered, and don’t ask me how it was answered or by whom cause I don’t know.  But, The CAT is Hungry’s Spite, take it from me.”
​“But what does that mean?” pleaded the Dragon.  “Will he help me make the right choices so that evil won't reign?”
​At that comment, everyone but Dewin (who did not know The CAT as well as the others did) started to laugh.  After wiping the tears from her eyes, Efem answered the confused little Dragon.  “I am sorry to have laughed Hungry, but The CAT is not known for his helping others nor making, as you said it, ‘the right choices’ very often.  He actually is a handful of mischief on most of his good days and a lot more on his bad ones.”  Quickly she added, with a more serious tone, “but today he has surprised me with his answer to you.  He is correct that bad things happen even with the best intentions and that each of us must understand that we are ultimately responsible for our own actions, be they good or bad,” as she reached down to give The CAT a hug.
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Seeing that the conversation was not going where he had hoped, Dewin spoke.  "Hungry, as a Wish Dragon, you have the power to create things for good just as easily as evil.  Let us say hmmm... that you maybe granted me a wish to send me back to my world.  I was transported here without my consent many years ago and want to go home."
​“That is terrible!  I know I would not like that either.  You should be allowed to go back,” Hungry replied.  Smiling, the wizard thought his plan just might work after all.  “All you have to do is wish me back,” he urged the Wish Dragon on.
​Before Hungry could grant the wish though, Hewy jumping in with a loud "NO!" which distracted everyone.  "Is that why you have been looking for this Dragon, Wizard?" Hewy stared at Dewin.  But before he could answer, Hewy turned to the little Dragon and said "Hungry, before returning Dewin to his own land think about what could be the downside of his wish.  It could just as easily be that he will loose all the magic he has accumulated while here or that his life may end. The magic here has kept him alive for far longer than he normally would have lived in his own realm.”
​Dumbfounded, the Wizard realized he had never thought of that!  “Hewy, you may be right.  By breaking the original spell, I could revert to the same state I was in when I was transported here.”  Glancing at Sprigg’n, Dewin realized that the Spite was looking directly at him and slightly nodding her head.  “You knew?” he asked her.
​With all of these realizations, Hungry was now even more worried about who and what he was.  “Now I REALLY don’t want to be a Wish Dragon!”…
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The Dragon is Hungry!

5/26/2021

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Before Hungry had a chance to even put the last cookie in his mouth, Sprout piped in, ​“Hey... What choices Hewy, are you talking about to be made? And what about that part about despair or plenty? Is that plenty of food?  How can Hungry be the cause of any despair?  He’s my friend… he wouldn’t hurt anyone,” as Sprout turned toward his Dragon friend. 
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​Parsley smiled at her son as she answered his question.  “Sprout, listen to the next two parts of the prophecy as it helps explains part of the mystery.  Certain things need to happen and then Hungry will have to make a choice.  It will be that choice which Hungry makes that will could cause either plenty or despair.  Hungry may not even know what will happen because of his decision.  It may be something that will happened in the future or immediately.  We won’t know until it happens.”
​“What things, Mom?” asked the young Dryad.
“Hewy is well known in the Realms as a master musician.  He has already played out the first part by singing us the prophecy.  Though I don’t know for sure about the Dryad who has forsaken its way, and I am also not sure about what Hewy has to mend let alone what the Dragon’s token is,” she told Sprout.  “Maybe the others might have figured it out as I haven’t,” she said as she looked at the others to see if anyone did have the answers.
​“But Mom, what happens if the rest of the prophecy doesn't happen?  Does it mean that Hungry is not the Dragon?”  Now that question took Parsley by surprise.  “Does it?” she thought.
​Before the others could say anything, Hewy again spoke.  “I have been thinking about that too and it sounds like Hungry is more than just hungry for food but also for knowledge.   Maybe it is who will teach him the power of the Wishing that will cause the evil?”
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Hearing this, the young Wish Dragon suddenly realized that if he could grant wishes, his first wish was to be anywhere else.  Bowing his head, he quietly told the others that he did not want to be a Wish Dragon anymore.
​“Hungry, I am sorry, but it doesn’t work that way,” Cornelia replied.  “You are what you are, but remember, it's your intention that will make the difference.  Your intentions  and maybe the help of your friends.  Do you intend to harm the realms?” she asked.
​“No!  No, I love it here.  I don’t want anything to happen to anyone here.  I don’t wish harm to Scarlet nor the Nytemares, or Acorn, or Meen, or any of the others I have made friends with.  What should I do?” Hungry inquired – now not really asking just Cornelia but the entire group.
Dewin seeing his chance spoke up as he approached the young Dragon.  “Hungry, you don’t know me.  I am a wizard.  My name is Dewin and maybe I can help you.  I have been thinking about the prophecy a lot since Passporte’ told me about it and I think I know what you should do…”
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Is the Prophecy coming true?

5/19/2021

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​Sometimes being a troll has it's advantages, especially a troll with the ability to create music.  As the rest of the group continued arguing about what and why each were there at The Wishing Well, Hewy began to sing.  Very softly at first, but soon, as the words continued to form in his mind, he started singing louder and louder until finally the others noticed.  The arguing slowly ended as each realized that the others too had stopped and were now listening to the troll.
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​​When the last of the Wish Dragyns are lost
and is starving for knowledge at any cost;
will choices be made by many
that will bring the Realms to despair or to plenty.
Which way will it sway and who will triumph none yet can foretell
but for good to win the evil must not prevail;
for if evil wins forever magic will be changed or lost
and the Realms will suffer at the cost.
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For in the telling of this tale a musician must play
as the dryad who has forsaken it's way;
the troll will mend what was once broken
as they both must gain the Dragyn 's token.
​​For if this does not happen another will sway
the young mind which will drift away;
and from the lack of knowledge will the choice then be
for the Dragyn will  grant the destructive plea.
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When Hewy was finished and the others silently trying to figure out the song, he spoke.  "Hungry, I am glad to meet you.  What you just heard was a prophecy from long ago told to me by Awena of the Sleeping Sisters.  We think it is about you and the choices you must make for the Realms."
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​"What do you mean?" asked the young Wish Dragon.  "What does this 'prophecy' as you called it, have to do with me?"

​​As Hewy started to repeat each of the stanzas to the prophecy for Hungry, the others moved closer as they too wanted to hear it again.  All of them failed to notice, so focused were they on the Troll, Dewin slowly edging closer to the Wish Dragon while summoning his magic.  Just as he was ready to release his incantation, Sprigg'n bumped him and interrupted the casting of the spell.
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​"What are you doing interrupting me like that?" growled the angry wizard glaring at the Spite.  Sprigg'n wasn't backing down and said, "You will not hinder the Dragon's decision. This day has been foretold since the day you came to the Realms and why I was born.  You will have your chance to convince Hungry of your desires, but not with the magic you seek to change." 
Surprised to hear such determination from the Spite, the spell vanished from his mind.  "Since the Spite has gotten her own name, she should have added "pain" to the middle of it," thought the Wizard.  He continued to mutter, "Now I am going to have to convince the Dragon to grant my wish by using my other plan." Turning back to the others, Dewin realized that Hewy was just finishing repeating the prophecy and was starting to answer Hungry's questions.  No one had noticed.
"So you think that I am the Wish Dragon in the story, err... I mean prophecy?  But how can that be if this was written long before I was born?" asked the confused Dragon.  "If I am, what am I supposed to do and who are the others mentioned?  Don't they have to be here also?"
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Before Hewy could answer, Efem decided it was time for her to speak out.  "Hungry, you are the last of the Wish Dragons.  As a matter of fact, you are the last Dragon in all of the Realms that we can find.  The others have all disappeared and have not returned.  That is why we think you are the Dragon of the prophecy."  While listening to the Tree Mother, Hungry absent mindedly started eating one of the sweets that he and The CAT had picked up on the way to The Wishing Well.
​Efem, noticing his snacking, smiled as she continued, "and the hungry part, besides being also your name, may also apply to you as I watch you eating every morsel left in your take-away bag from the Sugar Plum Bakery."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed a Dragon could blush," thought Hewy as he watched Hungry quickly put the last remaining cookie back into the bag he had been carrying.
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The Magic Begins... or "Well, well... What do we have here?"

5/5/2021

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You know, I wasn't always a wishing well.  I was built many, many, many years ago to offer water to the old woman who used to live by me.  Then those four silly girls came around one day and started dancing around me.  At one point they started throwing in little trinkets and making wishes.  The problem is when you believe in something hard enough, it can take on a life of it's own.  That is how I came into being  The Wishing Well.
Now I am caught up in this silly drama waiting for my part to play as well.  Oh, I have choices, don't get me wrong.  It is not like I 'have' to do something.  By one of my little acts, things could change the outcome.  But would it just delay the same results or create another whole new problem?  I decided a long time ago, to just go with the flow (that's a well joke if you missed it).  So, I might as well see who has already arrived and who is coming since I can feel their energy as they approach.  
Yep, there is that guy who likes to hide behind bushes,  I think I heard his name once.  It was something like "Snoop" or "Scoop".  He has been camping here since yesterday and thinks no one is hearing him as he mutters to himself about finding the Scoop of the Century.  Little does he know I have been listening to his babbling (another one of those well jokes - come'on and keep up).
​Oh yes, I can now feel the gentle breezes that flow (get it?) when the Tree Mothers approach.  Dryads have such a soothing healing energy that I do enjoy when they visit, though they don't come as often as they did when I was younger.
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Efem was my favorite Tree Mother as I did enjoy her inner light.  I see that Cornelia and Parsley still like to spar with each other, that certainly hasn't changed it seems.  But who is that young energy around the Troll?  I haven't met him before though I can feel a connection through him to the Tree Mothers. Hmm... that is interesting.  Now the Troll certainly is a different vibration.  Usually they are so slow and stagnate (think water... come'on these are funny), but this Troll has a different beat around him.  I do believe he is going to have an important part in the prophecy if now is the time for it to happen.
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Wow!  That is a power I have not felt in eons!  It seems that the time has come after all.  A Wish Dragon has returned.  He is what must have started this whole hullabo.  His energy is so strong that I barely feel The CAT with him.  I wonder if he knows what it really means to be a Spite to a Wish Dragon.  If the others thought The CAT was a nuance before, they haven't seen anything yet if my guess is right.
With almost everyone here, its fun to watch the others circling around me.  Each looking at the others and wondering what the other wants with the young Dragon.
Ahhh... now we all come together... for here is the wizard and the Spite who I gave my mirror too approaching like a tidal wave hitting the beach (okay... if you missed that one you really don't have a sense of humor and maybe aren't well --[wishing well that is - sorry just had to throw in one more]).
As Dewin, the Wizard, and Sprigg'n approach The Wishing Well, they are surprised to see so many others there.  "Where did they all come from?" the wizard whispered to the Spite.  "I thought we were only going to meet the Dragon."  Before Sprigg'n could answer, Hungry noticed them walking down the trail and the first thing his eyes latched onto was what Sprigg'n was carrying.  "You have MY PILLOW!" roared the Dragon.
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Special Edition of the Bellwether

4/14/2021

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Everyone is reading all about it!!!  Snoop got the scoop!  The truth behind the strange sightings in the Wandering Woods (or at least the foot prints and strange lights anyway) has been discovered. 
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​Click here to read this Special Edition of the Bellwether
Several days ago Snoop volunteered to search out the Woods to discover the strange reports that had been coming in.  What he has discovered will change everything in the Realms and you are reading it here first!




​As Hewy and Sprout eat a quick snack at the Sugar Plum Bakery, the latest headlines catch the Troll's eye.  Quickly scanning the article he grabs the young dryad and heads for the door.  "We have somewhere to be," is all he tells Sprout.
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Efem, Cornelia, and Parsley were all drinking tea while they waited to hear the latest reports from the Mushroom Line and Twitter birds when the special edition of the Bellwether arrived.  Instantly they all jumped to their feet and started for the door.  In their haste, Parsley did not even remember to leave a message for her son, Sprout.  "I am sure he will find something to eat on his own," she thought after the three of them had hurried down the trail.

​​Nemmer, finally giving up on finding The CAT let alone a Wish Dragon, was walking home to have dinner with his wife, Cornelia, not realizing that at that moment she was closer to finding the Wish Dragon than he was.  As he stooped in the doorway to pick up the newspaper that had just been delivered, he decided to quickly scan the headlines to catch-up on local events.  He never had a chance to turn to the next page as he dropped the paper, turned around, and headed back down the trail.
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​As Fiddlefaddle delivered copies of the paper to both the Baron and Dowager with their tea, soon it would be known that their secret was out.  The Wish Dragon had been discovered!  “I hope Hungry will be alright,” thought Griselda, the Dowager, as she read the article.
​Taking a break from his many duties at the stable, Scarlet was spending a minute reading the latest edition of the Bellwether.  “Did you see this Meen?” asked the farrier to the jumping Pyksee.  Before Meen could answer he continued, “Your Dragon friend has been discovered to be lose in the Woods and will be making an appearance at the Magical Wishing Well out back behind the King’s Castle today.  Let’s go see how he’s been doing but first you should tell the Shadows' King.”
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… and yes readers, we too will have a representative of the Bellwether on hand at the meeting to keep you informed as to what transpires at the Magical Wishing Well.
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