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Young Aralt...

9/20/2023

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Aralt wasn't in a rush to travel to the Realms in spite of all the hullabaloo.  He decided travelling by Golden Slipper Coach would get him there just as fast and in style for he did love making an entrance.  So as he was comfortably, seated he started to doze as he made up for that noisy chiming alarm that had happened earlier in the morning intruding into his sleep.  
As he dozed his mind wandered to his first Dragon encounter a long time in the past.  It was on a walk through woods like he was traveling through now when it happened and that walk changed everything for him.
Nothing young Aralt liked better than to go exploring out in the trees behind the village where he lived.  Aralt grew up in a small elven community that bordered along a river where huge ancient trees surrounded it.  It was with those trees that Aralt learned many things.
For the trees were his tutors and their grove was his school ground as well as where he played.  One day he came across this little creature.  He looked snake-like but it also had a large head and legs.  His curiosity was stronger than being safe for he bent down and picked up the strange creature and started to stroke it. 
The snake-like creature began to hum and purr for it liked the touch of the elven boy stroking its head.  The music from the Dragon touched something in the elven boy's heart and the pair soon became inseparable even though deep down the elf knew he needed to keep his new friend secret for some reason.
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The spring soon gave way to summer and as fall approached with it's every changing colors, Aralt spent what few free hours he had with the Dragon as his studies with the trees continued.  He was now up to the study of the language of Runes.  As the trees taught him about them they would tell him where to go to see the Runes for each had a purpose for where it was placed.
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One day as Aralt was walking by a stream that emptied out into a large river he discovered a Rune he hadn't seen before.  It was not one of the many that the trees had taught him about, but from what he did understand, it was a signpost of sorts for something to find their way.  
​He decided to follow the dirt path it was near to see what he would discover and maybe learn more about it's meaning.  As he continued down the path, another Rune appeared and then another.  What Aralt did not know at that time was that he had discovered the pathway for Dragonet's to find their way home after being born.  Dragons were like salmon, for after being born each needed to return home to become the Dragon it was meant to be.  Home to a Dragon was returning to a Dragon community, for only there would they learn their part in the magic or they would be destined to become a mere dragon again as before they were changed by the Nyte Shade.
When Aralt realized that the strange creature he had discovered earlier in the year, now his closest friend, was actually a Dragonet and that it wouldn't evolve or change unless it was able to follow this river back to its home he knew what he needed to do.
So it was with a sad heart that the next day he placed his little Dragonet into the stream by the path so it could continue its journey home that had been interrupted when the elven boy discovered and befriended it.  But it wasn't long into the stream when the Dragonet remembered the love the boy had given it which was stronger than the call to return home.  It decided to stay the way it was and remain with the boy, forsaking the calling.  It turned back to the elven boy and they agreed they would stay together.
Little did they know that this one simple act sent a ripple through the Dragon's world.  For no Dragonet had ever not returned since receiving the magic from the Nyte Shade.  This was unacceptable!
One day as Aralt and his friend where playing outside, two golden and very tall Dragons carrying spears in their hands appeared.  They came upon the Dragonet playing with Aralt, picked it up and simply walked away towards the path with the rune never to be seen again by the surprised young elf.
That was the first time Aralt heard a Dragon speak in his mind.  "You will not have him," one of the golden Dragons said as they left with his friend.  It would be many years later before he would meet his friend, the Dragonet, again and things would not be the same.
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The Orb's Answers...

9/6/2023

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Dulbbe needed to act quickly before Ffion started yelling at the orb again about it not answering her questions and before he lost his train of thought.  Adjusting his glasses so he could look deeper into the orb he asked,  "Orb, tell us about the Herald and Dragons returning,"
Ffion gave him a quick glare and then realized that the orb did not immediately go into its standard response of "Your question is incomplete..."  Returning her gaze back to the orb, it stopped flashing and began to speak.
"The Herald, Aralt, is preparing his travels now and will return to this Realm before the Dragons arrive.  Once he has returned the Dragons will be able to follow his path." 
"How long will that take?" asked Ffion to the orb. 

​"The Herald will arrive soon.  How long after that for the Dragons to arrive will depend on what the Herald does to summon them," the orb answered.
"And then you said the Shadows' King will return?" asked Dulbbe.

​"Yes," was the short response returned by the orb.
Turning to the Queen, Dulbbe smiled. "See, the Shadows' King is safe and he is returning.  Now we need to find out as much as we can about the Dragons' return to help the others.  Don't you agree?"
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He could see the consternation on Ffion's face, but she was her father's daughter and he had taught her well about being a ruler.  The people of her realm must come first.
"You are right," she answered.  "I am sorry... but I worry so about my father and I miss him so!" she said with a tear at the corner of one eye.  It was at that moment that Dulbbe wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her but still he hesitated.  "I still am just a bookkeeper," he thought to himself.  "I will one day be worthy."
Turning to the orb, Dulbbe asked his next question.  "Tell us what you can about this Herald."
"The Herald is the one assigned by the Great Council of the Realms.  He will be wearing a dragon insignia since he is in communication with the Dragons, especially the Wish Dragons.  By doing so this keeps the dragons from creating havoc and chaos in all of the Realms.  The first and only Herald is Aralt as no others have ever held the office.  He helped form the Dragon Clan system and works with the ruling Wish Dragon.  The current Wish Dragon is a female who rules over all other Dragons," said the orb.
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Ffion and Dulbbe looked a little confused at each other as neither had ever heard about this Herald before.  They were both surprised also to hear that a Wish Dragon was the ruler of Dragons.  Before Dulbbe asked his next question, Ffion asked hers.  "I thought Dragons did not have a ruler per se.  How did a Wish Dragon become their ruler?"
"The Wish Dragon is the most powerful Dragon until a Moon Dragon is born.  No Moon Dragons exist," the orb answered.  Startled by this information, Dulbbe and Ffion both looked at each other thinking the same thought.  Dree, who was a Wish Dragon before his recent transformation, was now a Moon Dragon. 

As the orb continued, both listened intently on what it was telling them.  "The Herald helps the ruling Wish Dragon in keeping the continuity of the magic the Dragons use so as not to disrupt the harmony of all.  In the beginning when dragons first received their magical powers and became mystical Dragons, they did not control what magics they did.  Many mundane and magicals were hurt and destroyed.  The Wish Dragons were among the mightiest of all magic welders!  They could grant wishes that could change anything.  The consequences of many of these granted wishes are still present here in the Realms."  
Both Dulbbe and Ffion knew that this was information that the others needed to know right away.  If the Dragons were really returning and a Wish Dragon would be their leader this would be a whole new world for them to return to.  For they did not  know that a Moon Dragon now existed.  Also how would this change things for Dree (a.k.a. Hungry), the newly wet behind the ears Moon Dragon?
"You keep the orb talking," Ffion told Dulbbe as she headed towards the doorway.  "I will send a flutterby to the Dowager and Awena.  They need to know what we have found out."
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Dulbbe Tries...

8/30/2023

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Dulbbe and Ffion are still in Room 101 of the Shadows' King castle, trying to see if they can find out anything that would help the Realms before the Dragons return but so far things are not working out as planned.

​It also didn't take long for Dulbbe to see that Ffion was slowly losing her temper.  
​"Her growling at the orb won't solve the problem," he thought to himself since he knew better than to say it out loud.
"You stupid thing!  If you know where my father is - tell me!" she hollered at the glowing green orb.  The only response she received was "Your question is incomplete.  What knowledge do you seek?"
"Queen Ffion, how about if I attempt something," Dulbbe asked.  Ffion just waved her hands at the orb as if dismissing it and stepped back.  "Okay !! See if you can get this stupid thing to work," she told him.
Dulbbe knew that this could be his chance to have her see him in a new light.  He could become the hero who saves the Kingdoms and helps her find her father.  All he had to do was figure out the right questions to ask the orb.  Stepping up the to table and facing the glowing orb, Dulbbe thought for a minute before asking his first question.  
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​"Is the Shadows' King safe?" he asked the Dragon face in the orb.
"Safe is a perspective concept.  What knowledge do you seek?" answered the orb.  "At least we are getting partially somewhere," Dulbbe muttered to himself before changing his next question slightly.  "Does the Shadows' King have a way to find  his way back to this castle?"
It took a minute and the orb flashed bright green several times before answering.  "Yes," said the orb.  Before Ffion could interrupt, Dulbbe asked his next question.  "Is there anyone with him that can help him to return and who are they?"
Again, but taking a bit longer to respond, the orb answered.  "Yes.  A Spite and a Dragon."
Dulbbe knew that The CAT was Hungry's (oops - Dree's) Spite, but another Dragon was helping the Shadows' King? "That was interesting indeed!" mused Dulbbe.  But then he remembered, as he was so focused on wanting to have Ffion appreciate him, that they were here to see what information they could find about the Dragons returning.  
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"If the King and companions continue as they are, how long before they will arrive in the Realm of Wymsy?" Dulbbe asked the orb, not expecting a useful answer.  He was surprised when the orb immediately replied, "At their current rate, I would expect them to arrive sometime after the Herald and some of the other Dragons return."
"What!!!" cried Ffion as she stepped back up to the orb and peered into its glow.
"Your question is incomplete.  What knowledge do you seek?" answered the orb.
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In the Grove...

8/16/2023

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The feeling in the air was crisp and magical as Efem entered into the Sacred Grove.  Every type of tree grew here.  There was the grand old Oak, bending Willow, sweet Maple, the thorny Hawthorne, evergreen Pine, ancient Yew, and many others.  Here is where the sacred trees lived and by their roots, talked to all of the other trees in the Realms.  Not just in the Realm of Wymsy, but in every realm and in every land.  This was the home of the Dryad's Root Connection.  
The Root Connection ran deep and far.  The only problem was that it was slow.  Most messages sent via the Root Connection were answered by some other service like the Flutterbys or the Bee-Gs since this connection was even slower than Snailmail.  The only reason anyone used this approach was that the Root Connection's knowledge ran very very deep.   The ancient Yew was thousands of years old and had heard lots of gossip (news) in it's many years.  This is what Efem needed.  "Knowledge from the past," she mumbled to herself as she walked to the stone platform in the center of the grove and stood, waiting for the trees to acknowledge her. ​
Sometimes she had to wait days for the trees to notice her as their world ran a little slower than hers.  "At least I am not trying to talk to rocks," thought Efem.  "I am sure I would be waiting longer," she figured, "but then again, I wonder what we would talk about?  Would I take what they say for 'granite'?" snickered Efem as she thought about how many other puns that would fit in the conversation.  "I wonder if the rocks would even notice the puns?"
It was as she was thinking about rock puns, that the Willow spoke to her.  Surprised because they have never noticed her this quickly before, she bowed her head and waited.  "Efem, we knew you would not be late...  Your coming here, was it just desperation or fate?"  The question caught her by surprise making her forget the questions she had made up on her way to the Grove.  "Desperation or Fate?  What did the Willow mean and how should she answer?" Efem wondered.
It seemed like a long time that she thought about the question, and maybe it was, but the Willow did not seem to notice.  Finally, Efem knew what she had to answer.  "Great Elder..." she started but stopped when the leaves of the Willow started shaking and a giggle could be heard on the wind.
​"Oh, Tree Mother, I think you should know that the Elder is on the other side of the grove among the vines... By the way, from her berries we can make great wine," smirked the playful Willow (as only a tree can smirk).  Seeing the look of shock on Efem's face, the Willow continued.  "Okay Mother I'll behave but a tree is not a rose you know...  Call me Willy and not the formal Willow if we must continue this show," finished the stately tree.
It took Efem another minute to remember what she was about to say and this time the Willow did not giggle.
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​"Great Willow maybe it is both fate or desperation... but with the Grove's help and ancient knowledge, maybe you will be able to give me the much needed information," answered Efem.
With this answer the ancient Yew spoke, surprising Efem as she had never heard it talk before.  Usually it would sit and listen and in the many years she had been a Tree Mother visiting the Grove, this was the first time it ever spoke.  "The time is coming that a great change may occur.  We do not know if the return of the Dragons is what starts the change, but they are players in the game."  It took Efem a minute to realize that the Yew had spoken plainly and not in rhyme or verse. 
"You spoke plainly.  Why have none of you done this before?" she asked. ​
"We did it because we thought that is what you wanted.  It's a nuance to have to make everything rhyme like the Wishing Well," answered the ancient Yew.  "Do you want us to go back to rhyming?"
"No... uhm... no thank you.  I would prefer this way.  Now, can you tell me more about this game that is being started and how the Dragons may be part of it?" as Efem sat down on the stone platform figuring this was going to be a long visit and happy that she remembered to pack a few things in her satchel. 
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Maybe it's time...

8/9/2023

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Efem was glowing brightly.  The news that Nemmer just gave her before he left to see his wife Cornelia had made her so happy that she just lit up!

The CAT was still alive (and still being mischievous) from what Nemmer had described of his encounter with the portal and apples.  That Nemmer had not seen The CAT did not bother her, she just felt that it was him.  "Who else would use a portal and drop apples on Nemmer?" she thought as she smiled.
Now she could focus on the real problem. She realized what she needed to do.  "I should have thought of this earlier," she mumbled to herself.  "Maybe it's time to talk to the trees. After all they were here when the Dragons were plentiful.  As a Tree Mother, I should have thought of this before now," Efem continued to herself.  " I will make time now to go to the Sacred Grove."
Earlier, before Nemmer delivered his good news, Efem had received a Flutterby from the Dowager.  Griselda told her about the scroll and how she had seen the Herald named Aralt in her vision.  "I'm old, but even I don't remember anyone named Aralt," Efem thought.  ​"Maybe this Herald can help us when the Dragons arrive."
Now that she had a plan, Efem started her preparations.  "One doesn't just walk into the Sacred Grove and ask questions." she mumbled to herself as she started looking for some necessary items.  "First I need a small satchel bag to carry everything."   
Soon she was packed and headed toward the Grove.  As she walked, she was working on the questions she would need to ask in her mind.  "It would be much easier if I didn't have to do this in verse," she muttered.  As she approached the entrance to the Grove, Efem's thoughts were still on the questions she would have to ask the Wise Trees.  "I hate having to talk in verse, but I hate even more when I have to figure out what they are saying."  
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Visit the Grove to see what wise words they might have for you.
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Missing the...

8/2/2023

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"Never thought I would miss that little nuisance," thought Nemmer.  Nemmer was out practicing his archery for the next competition of the Elfshot Guild which was to happen soon, but his heart was not into it.  "It's almost too quiet," he grumbled as he picked up his arrows and starts back to his shooting point for the practice targets he had set-up.

Of course Nemmer was referring to The CAT.  It has been not very long ago when The CAT disappeared in the portal with the Shadows' King and the old Troll King, Druzzy, "Who nobody will miss," thought the archer about the troll king.
Nemmer would not admit it to anyone, being a little stubborn, but sometimes he liked fighting with The CAT.  "Now that stupid CAT has me thinking about him just because he had to go and do something noble," Nemmer grumbled to himself with a slight pang of annoyance and a touch of nostalgia rumbling around in his chest.
"Durn fool CAT.  Why did you let that stupid troll pull you into that portal?  You could have blinked out of there and gotten away," growled Nemmer as he was thinking about what the others told him had happened.  "If I had found Hungry, then I would have been there to save you," Nemmer whispered to himself as he leaned his back against an old oak tree. 
So, that was it!  Nemmer was feeling guilty about not being there and possibly saving The CAT.  "If I was a better hunter, I would have found that Dragon first," moaned the archer.  "Maybe I am not as good as I thought I was," he said as he slumped down the side of the tree to sit on the grass by the trunk. 
It was then that it happened.  An apple fell from the tree and smacked Nemmer on the head.  BONK!  "What the..." the archer said as he picked up the apple and threw it away.  As soon as the apple left his hand, another fell on top of Nemmer's head.  BONK!  "I will get whoever is doing that," he growled as he stood up and started looking into the tree.  It was then that he saw it.  A small portal was floating in the air above him.  
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​While he was standing under it and trying to see through it, another apple fell out and almost hit him again.  "Ha!  Missed!" crowed Nemmer prematurely as another one fell out of the portal and smacked him again before it closed and disappeared.
It was as he was rubbing his sore head and looking at the last apple that had hit him he now was holding in his hand when the realization struck him.  "He's alive!  That blasted CAT is okay!  I've got to tell Cornelia and Efem.  They will both be happy to hear that their CAT is still out there causing mischief and mayhem."  It was with that thought Nemmer picked up the rest of his arrows (for an Archer of the Elfshot Guild would do no less) and started out to the cottage he shared with his wife Cornelia.
And where was The CAT and what mischief was he getting into... well, that is another story. 
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It is Hot out there...

7/26/2023

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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.
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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.  
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"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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Doing a little research...

7/20/2023

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While Aralt was being pulled out of retirement and the Dowager had finished writing out all the Call to Actions messages to the other Wish Dragon clan members or other fae she thought should know what was happening, Griselda took a sip of her now cold tea.

​"I should summon Sneefles to make me a fresh brew but it is late in the evening for having tea,"  the Dowager spoke to herself.  "Still though, I can't seem to calm down to go to bed just yet..." 
Standing up and walking around the library she slowly made her way over to the wall that held ancient scrolls.  The very old ones were stacked on the shelves, written down before Snoop brought in his magical machines that made printing possible into the now familiar book format.
"Maybe I can find one about who this herald is that calls himself Aralt," mused Griselda.  She started scanning and looking through several of the old scrolls until she found one that was still rolled up and sealed with an unbroken golden seal.  She could feel the magic within the scroll as she touched it and especially behind the seal when she ran her fingers over it.  "I have heard about these types of seals," whispered Griselda in awe for actually seeing one herself as she was unaware her son had one in the library.  "It's to keep the scroll in mint condition for future generations so as to not lose the knowledge within."
Deciding that it was time the scroll be read, the Dowager broke the seal.  As she did, she felt the powerful magic released seeping into the room.  Time started to fade away and she was transported back to where the scroll began.
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Who is Aralt???

7/12/2023

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The sound of rocks rolling down the hill filled the sky and made the ground tremble.  Was it rocks or the grumbling of a not so happy Fae being woken up from the sleep he had descended into when the Dragons had left the Realm of Wymsy?
"Just when I finally was getting comfortable..." growled Aralt.  "I had to hear that blasted chime".  For yes, he heard the chime calling the Dragons home.  He had been enjoying his retirement living in his ancient grotto of standing stones, but that soon to be forgotten retirement had been experienced in a dream state.  
​He had traveled to that place between dreams and miracles to leave the politics of the world behind.  Once the Dragons had left, nothing had been the same.
Then he had heard that blasted chime for it not only called the Dragons home but woke him from his eternal sleep.  No placing a pillow over his head was going to block out that sound.  He knew why he was being called for he had been one of the Ancient Fae of the Council.  It was the Council who had been a part of creating the Wish Dragon Clan.  "Oh, Go Away!" he growled as he rolled over and tried to see if the pillow would work after all.
"Wasn't sending that Sleeping Sister a vision about the Dragons returning enough?" thought Aralt.  But no, he couldn't go back to sleep.  "I might as well pull myself together," mumbled the Fae.  For that perfect position in his bed kept alluding him and the rose petals he laid upon started to feel like their thorns were in the bed with him instead.  There would be no return to his slumber.
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For as much as he tossed and turned to find that just perfect spot, he knew he was going to have no peace and quiet nor comfort.  ​​"That darn chime won't stop until I do.  I know I'll have to return as well," Aralt grumbled to himself.  It was time to start packing for this new adventure that the Magic was sucking him back into.
As he was packing his few belongings, it occurred to him.  "I wonder if that cantankerous old she-demon of a Wish Dragon is still in charge?"
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What the future may hold...

7/4/2023

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The Baron looked at the book that Dree, the Moon Dragon, was holding out to him.  It looked very old indeed and did stir up some curiosity in him to learn more about Dragons.  "After all," the Baron thought to himself, "I wasn't an adventurer for nothing."  Smiling, he nodded to Dree to make room for him on the pillows so they could go through the book together.
Dree excitingly started reciting.  "See there are Fire Dragons, Water Dragons, Air Dragons, and even Crystal Dragons.  Wouldn't these all be like cousins to me?"  asked Dree.  The Baron nodded his head in agreement and further explained that these would be the Elemental Dragons as the Crystal Dragons would represent the Earth energy.  But then something started to tickle his mind.  What was he missing here?
Time continued on as the pair of them studied the book when they came to the section about Wish Dragons.  Dree was really excited about this part having been a former Wish Dragon before changing into a Moon Dragon.  "Look here," Dree pointed a spot in the book.  "Look how the Wish Dragons ruled the Elemental Dragons.  It says here that the Wish Dragons are the strongest Dragons of all.  They were the leaders of the Dragons,"  beamed Dree as he continued reading.  Now the tickle was growing more intense in the Baron's mind.
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Dree when he was Hungry - the little Wish Dragon
As a gatherer and caretaker of many creatures small and large over his many years as an adventurer,  the Baron understood the ruling government of a pack.  There was always an alpha that was a leader.  Even if a lesser alpha choose to join with another alpha, there was always just one leader that ruled over all and often alone.
Here in the Realm Dree had been the last of the Wish Dragons before he transformed into a Moon Dragon. He was also the only Dragon since all of the others had left many many years ago.  The tickle that had been playing in the back of his mind was continuing to gnaw at him - would there be any Wish Dragons returning as well as the other Dragons?  Would there be an alpha among them that would assume it would still be alpha in returning to the Realm?  How would that affect Dree?  
All this thinking was starting to make the Baron's head hurt.  After talking to his mother, The Dowager, he now knew that a Moon Dragon was a rare and very strong magical Dragon.  Therefore, by rights, should be an alpha or leader over ALL of the Dragons including the Wish Dragons.  But Dree was young and untrained. 
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The Baron knew that none of Dree's teachers or even himself had thought of Dree being put into that position and possible danger.  They also had thought that they had plenty of time to teach Dree.  That window of time now appeared to be slowly getting smaller and smaller the more the Baron was learning from this book.
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