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It is Hot out there...

7/26/2023

The Realm of Wymsy is in the middle of a heat wave. With the Dragons returning, things have been heating up. Everyone knew that with their return everything was going to be one really hot sticky mess and the Villagers are trying to get through it the best way that they can. Which made me, Augustus (AKA Snoop, the editor of the local newspaper, the Bellwether) realize that there was a story here.

As I went out of my office to see how the villagers were dealing with this unusual heat wave, I spied Gardner, the garden Brownie. He of course was sitting in the shade of a tree taking a nap in his wheelbarrow. What was his secret? He popped open one eye when I noticed that he seemed to be very comfortable. "It's getting the dirt wet first in the barrow before laying on it," Gardner replied to my question. "I get dirty in my job either way, but this way I stay cool," he continued with a wink.

Knowing that this method would definitely not work with Granny Flare who is always clean and tidy, I decided to see how she was handling the weather. Dropping over to her cottage she invited me in. "Whoooo! This is like a blast furnace in here!" I shockingly shouted to Granny. She had every oven in her small home on and was cooking up a storm. "Why in this heat Granny Flare?" I asked and she just looked at me funny. "I really hadn't noticed," she replied. "I am busy preparing cookies for the local bake sale to raise money for a local charity."

I am not called Snoop for nothing as I realized this could be another story for the newspaper. Granny then started to tell me about a frog family that has lost it's lily pad. She was trying to help them move into a tree stump by the river by raising funds to make sure their new home would be safe and secure. "Especially by flooding," she told me as I was leaving. But I couldn't leave until I knew her secret in staying cool in this heat as she certainly looked tidy. She too winked at me and said "My secret? I spray it on first thing in the morning and it keeps me cool and comfortable." Not wanting to get more details in her grooming technique, I left it at that for if I stayed another five minutes by her ovens I might be the next heat victim

Thinking of what Granny had told me about this poor frog family, I decided to check out the river. Would anyone be down at the local swimming hole trying to keep cool? When I got there, it was empty. Not a person in site, but when I put my foot into the water I understood why. Even that was hot! Out of the corner of my eye I did see Meen, the Pyksee, bouncing from toadstool to toadstool in a nearby meadow but she disappeared before I could talk to her about how she was staying cool.

By this time I decided to head back to the village when I was surprised to see Hir'aeth, the Gooblin King, out of his cave. He had apparently been visiting someone at the village from the direction he was coming. At first I was going to ask him how he was keeping cool, especially since Gooblin's are sensitive to the sun then I discovered his secret myself. He had his mechanical bird, Rave, flying over him with a bucket of water with small holes in the bottom. He was getting a small gentle rain falling on him to stay cool just like a summer shower.

"We should all have something like that!" I realized. "Instead of sitting in a tub of water, we could have cold water poured into a bucket with a bunch of holes in the bottom and have it drip down. I'll call it a 'shower'. This is brilliant!"

Snoop then rushed off to Ironmonger's Hammer and Spike shop to pick up his bucket list of supplies to build his own 'shower' to keep cool.

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Bringing to a Close...

6/7/2023

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As the Dowager finished telling everyone her reason for summoning the council meeting, the room was silent. It was Snoop who was the first to speak, but this time making sure he did not interrupt Griselda again.

"I had hoped for a 'newsy' scoop for the Bellwether but I wasn't looking for a disaster!" he moaned. "From your story, how are we going to survive this? Who or what is a Great Fae? Will Aralt the Herald be enough?"

Seeing the look of concern in everyone's eyes, even Dree's, the Dowager realized that she was the one who was going to have to inspire confidence to them all. "I bring this up so we can prepare and be ready for their arrival. It appears from what Goodie4U has seen that the Dragons are widely dispersed. That means we will probably start seeing them either return alone or in small groups. That will give us time."

"I will put out the call to the Wish Dragon clan. I still know a few others who are around that will come to help," she told them waving her tattooed arm around with the clan symbol. Waiting to make sure that everyone was still listening, she continued. "Augustus, I need you to write the best stories you have ever put into the Bellwether. Start out slow. Give the readers time to adjust to having this new change of seeing a Dragon with the hint that many more may be seen soon... You know the old saying, where there is one - others are soon to follow."

Wish Dragon Clan Symbol

"Let everyone in the Realms know that Dree is a peaceful Dragon and that the council welcomes their return when it should happen." Seeing Snoop nod his head and start writing on the paper he held, Griselda knew that he would do as she asked since he now understood the danger they were all in.

"For the rest of you, I will be returning to the Mansion with my son. We have a lot of messages to start sending out to see who will respond. I will also call an All Clans meeting to see who will attend." For a second, the Dowager stopped talking. A very concerning thought came to her but she did not want to have the others notice so she quickly continued. "Each of you must return to your homes and start preparing both yourselves and your people as to the Dragons' return. What we did worked last time after the Great Age of Befuddlement, so it will work again. Before you go, I will talk to each of you as to what I suggest you do. But I also suggest you start thinking of what you might also be able to do in addition to that."

While the Dowager was meeting with everyone before they left, Awena and Dree were standing in a corner of the council chambers talking in a low whisper. "Dree, I think it is time for you to return to the caves under the Mansion," Awena told the Moon Dragon. "That way you will be closer to Griselda when she needs you as I am sure she will in the coming times."

"I hadn't thought about that," answered Dree. "I would like that. I will let the others know also so if they need me they will all know where to find me."

"I think that would be a good idea. Why don't you go tell them now while they are all still here?" Awena answered as Dree started to walk away. As the Moon Dragon passed her, he did not notice the look in her eyes as she watched him go. "Your life is again about to change as another prophecy unfolds young Dragon," the Sleeping Sister whispered, "and I hope you have both the courage and the strength as I have started to become quite fond of you." Taking a deep breathe and closing her eyes to center herself, Awena thought to herself. "It might also be a good time to see what my cards and Crystal ball have to say about this Great Fae."

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Dragonflyyies and Danger...

5/31/2023

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It was Dulbbe who finally had to ask. Being new to the royalty business, this excitement about a dragonfly was beyond him. Sure, he had chased his share of them (and not to tell the others - he had even swatted a few of the more annoying ones), but why was a dragonfly important enough to call a council meeting. He thought it had to be important as he never even read about it in the many scrolls he had researched.

"Dowager, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't know why a dragonfly is so important," he said when it was quiet again. The Baron realized that he should say something as his mother seemed to sometimes think that everyone else should just 'understand' what was going on.

"Mother, I think that some of the youngsters in the room might not have heard about Dragonflyyies since many of them were not around Dragons very much (if at all) before they left. Maybe you should tell them about the coming of the Village on the Wall and how it happened because of a Dragon," he told her.

"Maybe later, what's important is that they understand the importance of receiving a Dragonflyye," answered Griselda. "What all of you must understand is that when the Dragons were here and plentiful, there were several of the Great Fae who helped the clans keep the peace between Dragons, Fae, and the Outies after the Great Age of Befuddlement. Most of these Fae are now gone (who knows where... but we hope they are having a good time), but a few are still here in the Realms in case the peace is disturbed again."

As Griselda paused, it was Awena who now spoke. "According to the ancient scrolls, the Great Fae used Dragonflyyies to send important messages to the Dragon clans. These special Dragonflyyies were one of the few creatures that could speak both to Fae and Dragons. Only the 'Outies' could not understand the messages they would deliver."

Nodding her head, the Dowager continued when Awena paused. "That is correct. As a member of the Wish Dragon clan I would routinely see the Dragonflyyies delivering messages to the clan elders. I was so shocked to have one appear at the Mansion before leaving to this meeting that I almost forgot about the meeting."

"I was one of the those Dragons? Right Awena? But now I am a Moon Dragon," asked Dree the newly transformed Dragon. "Dowager, did they have a clan for Moon Dragons too?" Before the Dowager could answer, Dree asked another question. "Can I still be with the Wish Dragon clan too?"

Unable to hold his patience any longer, Snoop, who could feel a terrific story coming but he still did not have enough to print in the Bellwether, jumped up from his chair.

Snoop pointedly asked, "What did the Dragonflyye say and who sent it!" When he realized what he had just done, blushing from embarrassment, he quickly apologized to the council and sat down but not without having his pencil out and paper ready to write it all down.

"Before the interruption," Griselda glared at Snoop, who continued to shrink further into his chair, "I was about to say that the message was very short. All it said was 'They are returning' and it was signed Aralt the Herald."

"Dowager, who is returning and who is Aralt?" Queen Ffion asked as she was just as confused as the others in the council chamber.

"That my dear, is a long tale that I need to tell all of you so everyone understands the dangers that are coming to the Realms. It all began when Goodie4U appeared before me while I was enjoying my favorite tea..."

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VMP Arrivals...

5/16/2023

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As Snoop quietly snuck across the street and into the alley beside the council chamber, he could now see clearer through the window. There she was, Granny Flare, and she was doing the cleaning.

At first he thought she was sweeping with her broom, but realized that she was actually holding a Dusty Myte and pointing it towards the floor as it was sucking in the dust.

It was that new style of cleaning she had shown to some of the other house Brownies at her last convention that he had written about. She called it 'vak-u-ming' (whatever that was). "It will never replace the broom," Snoop thought as he continued watching her clean. "There must be a meeting going to happen today," he realized when he also saw the brewing tea pot and cookies. "There sure are a lot of cookies and cups, so it must be for a full council meeting. Maybe even some VMPs (Very Magical Persons) " Snoop muttered to himself.

Since he knew all of the best hiding places to observe the towns people, he soon was sitting comfortably in an old chair outside of the Hicaberry Tea Shop. Here he could sit at one of the best places for a cup of tea and could watch the council chamber too as he hid in the shadows of the eaves. Snoop had long ago set aside a small expense budget for just this purpose because the Tea Shop made him buy something when he just sat on their porch and watched things happening.

"At least the tea is better than what I brew at the Bellwether," Snoop thought while he slowly sipped a little. "I might have to make this cup last a long time since it doesn't appear that anyone has arrived yet but Granny Flare."

It was then that he noticed the troll. It was Dulbbe, the new King of the Trolls, and standing besides him was Drat. "Where did they come from," he wondered. "They had not been there a minute ago." Listening closely as he leaned over slightly (another reason he had picked this spot), he could just barely hear Dulbbe talking to Drat.

"You were right," Dulbbe said to Drat. "It was uncomfortable besides being dirty too. I don't want to have to use that route again unless we absolutely have too. I mean, I can usually see well in the dark, but not in that pitch black hole you took me through. I don't know how you did it because I could not see my hand in front of my face! And don't tell me what was making that sound when were were walking around down there... I don't even what to know who or what it was," Dulbbe finished with a shudder as he brushed his clothes with his hands.

"Sorry Sire, but you did say you wanted to get here fast," Drat answered (but not before Snoop noticed that the rat had answered with a small smile on his lips). Still smiling, Drat stepped aside and motioned for his King to enter the council chamber first as he followed.

"Interesting," thought Snoop. "I wonder who else will appear." Just as he said that, the coach with Queen Ffion pulled up being pulled by no less than four Nytemares. "She must have been in a hurry," he decided. "This must be important!"

As Snoop continued to sip on his tea, he was able to observe several more arrivals for the meeting. There was Hewy, Hir'aeth the Gooblin King, the Goodie sisters, Awena from the Sleeping Sisters, the Baron and his mother the Dowager, and even Dewin the Wizard. All VMPs indeed! It was the last guest that appeared the made Snoop realize that he had to get into the meeting somehow. It was that young Wish Dragon who had transformed into a Moon Dragon, Drai'ochtluan. "I am glad that he likes to go by 'Dree' for short," Snoop sighed to himself. "I would have to look up the spelling every time I want to write it down."

As Snoop was trying to figure out some means of getting into the council chamber, he did not notice that a Pyksee had been sneaking up behind him until she pulled on his sleeve, making him jump several inches into the air. It was Meen, the new Queen's minion. "Don't do that," he told her. "You made me jump."

Not realizing that Snoop meant it as a bad thing because she liked to jump everywhere, she shrugged his comment off and pulled on his sleeve again. When she thought she had his full attention, she delivered the message she was sent out with. "The Council asks if you would join them in the council chamber. They said they did not want to start without you."

Snoop was flabbergasted... how did they know that is exactly where he wanted to be?

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I Need A Scoop!!!

4/26/2023

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Augustus, the Earl of Grey also known as 'Snoop', sits at his desk with the small sign that says 'Editor in Chief' tacked to the front of it, shaking his head side-to-side and wringing his hands thinking to himself.

"I am loosing my touch! Some of the biggest stories in the past several years let alone decades and I wasn't there! I didn't even know about them until afterwards," he grumbles. "And that came from one of the minions who was there when I wasn't!"

The minion mentioned was Meen, the Pyksee, who worked for Hunter, the Shadows' King. Hunter disappeared and was believed to be gone forever during the Dragon transformation and has left his daughter, Princess (oops - now Queen) Ffion ruling the Shadows' Kingdom. "Another 'scoop' missed," moaned Snoop to himself. Meen happened to be stopping by the Village on the Wall (where the Bellwether newspaper was located and Snoop's office), when Snoop casually asked 'What's news?' (a newspaperman's joke - think about it...) only to be told about all of the things he was unaware of...

"How could this have happened?" Snoop thought as Meen went on and on about the events of the past couple of weeks that were unknown to this roving editor/reporter.

Somewhere towards the end of the telling, Meen remembered what she was supposed to be doing and bounded off leaving Snoop just standing on the street corner in shock. "I must get this confirmed!" thought Snoop as he ran into the Bellwether office and hollered "Stop the Presses!"

It did not take long for the news to start traveling throughout the Realms and most of it before the Bellwether could print it. This was when Snoop truly started wondering if he had lost his ability to be on the edge of the news. "I have never missed a big story like this before," he reasoned to himself. "I was the one who let everyone know that a Dragon had returned. I was the one who always knew when a traveler came back or was going through the Realms."

"It was me who first reported the possibility of a Borrower finding a Dragon Tablet. I even was the first to report when the Elifant escaped!"

Thinking about his successes helped Snoop realize that once in a while things were missed, but he could not go on this way much longer. It was then that he saw someone was sweeping out the Council Chamber across the street from his newspaper office. "Something special must be going to happen," he realized. "There isn't a council meeting scheduled again until next month."

As he started for the door to check it out more, Snoop's unbridled curiosity took over - little did he realize that this time his story may be more than he was looking for...

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Snoop's Scoop - The Return of a Dragon

6/30/2021

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Snoop is sitting in his best chair and indulging himself with his favorite tea, Earl Grey, enjoying this special moment as he had just published the Scoop of the Century. A Wish Dragon has returned to the Realms and he had witnessed it all! Read all about it here in the current special edition of The Bellwether...

The Dowager is also pleased with the article about her but is also wondering if anyone noticed the dandelions.

Most of the others who where there at The Wishing Well wondered where Snoop had been hiding since they didn't remember seeing him. Nemmer kept muttering that even though he wasn't there at the Well, he knew the Dusty Mytes must have something to do with it. Of everyone in the Realms, the only two occupants that were not reading the paper were the Spites, Sprigg'n and The CAT, instead they were swapping funny stories about Wizards and Dryads.

Even the Trolls were purchasing this edition. Contrary to popular belief, most Trolls do read (they also clip coupons, but that's a different story...). This story was holding the attention of one in particular and the more he read, the more he smiled. "Now I can finally get that talisman," he muttered.

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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.

"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. "

"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.

"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."

"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'?"

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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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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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.

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.

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.