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The Magic Begins... or "Well, well... What do we have here?"

5/5/2021

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.

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Sprigg'n finds Dewin...

4/21/2021

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Sprigg'n had a mission. Smiling to herself she knew she needed to find the Wizard and sooner than later. This could mean some big changes ahead if there were now two Spites in the Woods.

In the meantime Dewin managed to send Passporte' off in a different direction so he could continue his search for the Wish Dragon without further interruptions.

As he gazed into his crystal ball he again wondered where the Spite had vanished off to. "Since a Dragon is involved, I wonder if it has anything to do with Spite's disappearance?" he idly thought.

Dewin mumbled as he remembered about that day long ago when he first met the Spite. As impossible as it may seem, at the same time Sprigg'n was also thinking about that fateful day.

After that infamous wish was granted and the village was transported, Dewin saw the Spite following him as he left the village...

"Go away and quit following me," Dewin growled at the Spite. The Spite just ignored him. Finally Dewin turned around and faced the Spite. "Who are you and why are you following me?" he demanded of the Spite. After just staring at Dewin for a minute, the Spite finally answered. "I am here because of you. You are part of the wish and the Flames of Magic have welded us together."

"What does that mean... Flames of Magic?" Dewin asked.

"When a Dragon egg is hatched, the stones that make up the nest are magically changed into crystals by magic. Each new crystal absorbs the loose magic released from the hatching. That is why both the Fae and Outies search for the crystals."

"What does that have to do with you following me?" asked Dewin. Inspite of himself, Dewin was interested in what the answer might be. "Well?"

"You must be really thick headed," answered the Spite, "and I thought you were a wizard. Because you were practicing magic at the time of the wish by a Wish Dragon the Flames of Magic has joined us all together. Where you go, I now go until the wish is changed or broken."

"A wish can be broken?" Dewin uttered in surprise. "How can that happen?"

Spite only looked at Dewin as she shook her head from side to side, "Wizards," was all she would mutter.

As long ago when the conversation took place, Dewin could still remember the look of disgust on the Spite's face...

Suddenly the Spite appeared on the trail in front of Dewin. "I have found him," she told the Wizard.

"Found who, Spite?" asked Dewin.

"First off, my name is Sprigg'n. Sprigg'n Mac-talla. Don't call me 'Spite' anymore. Secondly, I have found the Wish Dragon that you have been searching for." From the look of surprise on Dewin's face, Sprigg'n smiled knowing that the wizard was just starting to realize that maybe the Spite was a little smarter than he thought. "Yes, I also know why you want him but it is his decision to make."

"Again, the Spite... No..." Dewin thought, "Sprigg'n... was full of surprises. So where do we find the Wish Dragon?" he asked.

"Let's go make a Wish," answered Sprigg'n as she turned back down the path heading to the Wishing Well.

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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.

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.

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.

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.”

… 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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And Sparks Fly...

4/6/2021

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As the electrical sparkles continued to grow, The CAT and Sprigg’n both could feel the energy building on their skins (or fur). “What are you doing,” Sprigg’n demanded as she reached for The CAT. The moment her hand touched him, the sparks really started to fly and the blast knocked them both backwards several feet. After the shock wore off, both slowly picked themselves up and stared at each other, wondering how the other had done it.

“Since I didn’t do that, what did you do?” asked Sprigg’n.

“What did you do? I didn’t do it,” responded The CAT.

Both sat down and stared at each other for a minute but shortly realized that the energy was growing again. Sprigg’n decided to test a theory by standing up and moving a little farther away from The CAT. The electrical build-up started to dissipate. “So, it is something about us being together,” thought the Spite. “I wonder what it could be.”

As The CAT was thinking things over, Sprigg’n realized something. “You’re a SPITE!” she shouted as she jumped up. A funny look appeared on The CAT’s face as her comment as sunk in.

“How could I be a Spite?” asked The CAT. “Spites only appear with a Wish Dragon and a wish.”

“You mean like the one who is now here in the Realms?” answered Sprigg’n. Now that thought had not gone through The CAT’s mind before. He knew that he was only on his first of nine lives, so he was not real old yet and he could do things that other cats seemed unable to do. Most of them couldn’t even talk let alone carry a good conversation.

“I don’t know anything about being a Spite. What should I do?” inquired The CAT. For the first time in his life, he was confused and unsure of himself so it was a surprise that he was asking Sprigg’n for help. “I am only asking for her help since she has been a Spite for a long time and should know more about it,” he rationalized to make himself feel better as he did not like owing anyone anything.

Sprigg’n sat back down and thought some more. Finally, she answered The CAT. “You should be able to feel the Wish Dragon to locate him. You need to go to him to find out if you are his Spite.”

“Now why would I want to let a Dragon eat me?” replied The CAT. “No thanks!”

“If you are his Spite, he won’t eat you! You dumb cat!” growled Sprigg’n. “He needs you as much as you will need him. If anything happens to the Dragon – it will also happen to you!”

Now, that was a thought The CAT did not like. “Okay, I will find him, but what should we do after that?” he asked Sprigg’n.

“I know a wizard who might be able to help. Do you know where the Magical Well is?” As The CAT nodded his head in the affirmative, Sprigg’n continued. “Take him to there and we will meet you.”

As Sprigg’n started to leave, she heard The CAT mutter, “You better be right about not being eaten…” before he too disappeared. Neither had realized that they had been overheard by another…

“Now that’s a scoop!” Snoop smiled as he hurried to get back to the newspaper. He had a special edition to get out!

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The CAT Meets Sprigg'n...

3/10/2021

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As luck would have it, while Sprigg'n was asking "... I wonder who will find it [the Dragon] first?", elsewhere in the Shadows' Realm The CAT was sitting in a tree listening to the Twitter birds chat about the lost Wish Dragon.

"Who cares?" thought The CAT as this was The CAT's first of his nine-lives, and he was not in any hurry to be eaten by anything Dragon-like that would start him on life number two. "Besides," he decided (just like every cat), "I will need all nine lives just to create the mischief I want to do... so many things to annoy and so little time."

Now, as everyone who has ever lived with a cat (you don't own a cat - you just live with it), that a cat has a mind of it's own. Add a touch of magic, the ability to talk, and a cat attitude - things become even more interesting. Especially with a cat that has a twisted sense of humor!

Soon the Twitter bird conversation started to turn boring. It wasn't as fun anymore either to be watching Nemmer poking around in the bushes searching for the Dragon. The CAT started thinking, "What more opportunities of fun could I have if I was to find the Dragon myself?"

It was then that he felt the magical pull... someone (or something) was scrying him. "Who would be searching for me?" The CAT wondered. "It's a good thing most don't know that this goes both ways - look at me and I can look at you," smiled The CAT.

The CAT quickly sauntered (cats do not just walk anywhere) over to the Twitter birds' pond and summoned who could be calling him...

It was that wizard Dewin's Spite looking into a mirror. "Why would she be searching for me?" The CAT pondered. "I haven't bothered a Spite before..." As he said this, he realized that this was something new and not boring!!! Instantly he knew where the Spite was and that it was very close. "Close enough for just a short magical spring" decided The CAT.

So, as Sprigg'n was deciding whether to search for The CAT or go and tell Dewin what she had discovered (both about the Wish Dragon and her new names), The CAT suddenly appeared sitting on the trail in front of her. There was no 'POOF' of magic - just a smug looking cat smiling at the Spite like it was soon to be a meal. "I have heard of you," Spite smiled back, "and your mischief. What do you want from me?"

At first The CAT only stared at the Spite, but then he felt it... The CAT's hair started to stand straight out like the time that Efem had rubbed his fur the wrong way and she got an electrical shock from him. As The CAT felt his fur rising, Sprigg'n also started to feel a strange electrical tingle course over her skin. It almost tickled in a way and she could tell that the energy was building! "What are you doing to me?" she suspiciously asked The CAT but he only looked at her wondering the same thing as his hair started to sparkle.

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A Zooming Mirror...

3/2/2021

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As Spite... no... as Sprigg'n sat on the pillow given to her by the Wishing Well, she wondered if maybe the Magic Mirror would be willing to help her again by telling what she should do next. "Oh Magic Mirror in my hand, where next should I go in all of the land?"

The mirror started to glow again and shortly Sprigg'n heard the answer. "First off, if you don't knock off the rhyming, I won't answer. I got enough of that from the Wishing Well. It was either that or an endless supply of 'knock, knock' jokes. So stop it with the rhyming and no 'knock, knock' jokes! Okay?"

"Oops. Sorry - I forgot and I don't even know what a 'knock, knock' joke is," Sprigg'n replied. "Lucky you," said the mirror.

"Will you please help me?" begged Sprigg'n.

"Okay, If we have an understanding, I will. Look deeply into the mirror for what is to be and you soon you will see... arggghhh! Now you got me doing it!" growled the mirror.

Quickly Sprigg'n focused all of her mind on the glowing mirror before it changed it's mind. It started out with a blue glow but soon a picture appeared. It was a Troll with a young Dryad boy walking in the woods. "Too bad I can't hear what they are saying," said the Spite to herself.

"All you had to do is ask," replied the mirror. Instantly the conversation between the Troll and Dryad came out of the mirror.

"I told you Sprout, the prophecy will require both a Troll and a Dryad. Awena thinks that I am the Troll, but she did not tell me who she thinks the Dryad could be," said Hewy.

"Can you repeat that portion of the prophecy again Hewy?" asked Sprout.

"One more time only," answered the Troll. "Here it is...

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.

"What does it mean by a Dryad who has forsaken it's way? Could that be my mother since she has decided to work with the herbs instead of the trees?" Sprout asked. "I don't know. I am not even sure that the Troll is me," replied Hewy. "To find out though will require us to find the Wish Dragon first."

Slowly the picture faded again and all that appeared in the magic mirror was a blue glow. "A Wish Dragon huh? I wonder who will find it first?" Sprigg'n mused out loud. Instantly a new image appeared in the mirror before she realized that the Magic Mirror thought she was asking another request. It was The CAT! Even Sprigg'n knew about The CAT. "Now how was he involved?" she wondered, but this time she did not ask that question out loud because she was not sure she wanted to see what the mirror might show her...

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My Name is...

2/23/2021

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Spite picked up the pillow that the Wishing Well had thrown at her and holding the mirror in the other hand, started flitting and flying down the trail. "It isn't every day one gets a mirror - let alone a pillow from a Well," thought Spite as she struggled to carry her new possessions while trying not to fly into a tree as she flitted down the trail.

She hadn't gotten that far before her tummy started rumbling. "It must be noon," she realized as Spite knew her stomach like clockwork. Noon is also the magical time between time, when the morning is leaving and the afternoon beginning.

Spite found a perfect spot to land and started to grab a small meal out of the berries that surrounded her when she noticed the mirror starting to glow. Setting the berries aside, she picked up the mirror and peered into it. With the glow her appearance was fuzzy and distorted like a carnival mirror she once saw through a portal into the Outie's world. As she continued to look, she started to feel a laugh in her tummy which passed her lips until it burst forth as a chuckle. The chuckle flew on the winds to spread out to the trees and beyond. Shortly, she heard a slight chuckle come back to her ears. So she laughed a little harder and again heard her chuckle flying out and return, just like an echo.

Amazed on hearing her laughter echoing in this small glen, she looked harder into the mirror. It glowed brighter and suddenly she felt she should ask it a question.

"Oh Mirror of the Well, is this my name? Please do tell." (After all, one must be polite in talking to magical mirrors in the magical rhyme.) As the echoed laughter finally quieted she heard a voice that said, "Why are you talking so funny? You must be spending too much time at the Wishing Well. To answer your question though, this echo is a part of who you are. Laughter is your power. You can see how it spreads out to return to you three times fold. But it isn't your name. Look deeper into the mirror little Spite. Look deeper into your soul."

So Spite did and as she concentrated, the sound of the word "Sprigg'n" popped into her head. "What the muddle puddle is that suppose to mean to me? Is this just a game - how can this word be my name?"

The Mirror let out a deep sigh and continued, "Sprigging is a process. It is where the handles, spouts and embellishments are added to earthenware. You know those fancy cups that Dewin likes to drink out of with the dragon handles? To add that to his cup is called sprigging. Just like sprigging, your laughter lightens a person's burden, makes them easier to carry and embellishes the goodness in the world. So now see yourself, Sprigg'n Mac-talla ('mac-talla' is echo in Gaelic), as laughter in the wind embellishes the world so will yours. This is the name you will carry with you now," intoned the Mirror as it's magical glow faded.

Humbled, the Spite sat and silently repeated her new name. "Sprigg'n Mac-talla," she finally said laughing aloud. "The mirror not only gave me a first name, I now have two!"

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The Power in a Name...

2/16/2021

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As Spite strolled through the woods she wondered about a name she might like and daydreamed what it would be. Some of the good ones like Snickerfritz and Geodwyne were already taken. She knew those imps quite well. The more she thought about possible names and dismissed them, the more her thoughts kept returning to the question of who would help her find her name? She had already asked the Owls but they kept telling her that she must first figure out "who" she was.

"Dumb owls, I already know 'who' I am," thought Spite. "I am a Spite. I even know how and where I came from. I just don't know my real name and I am tired of just being called 'Spite'. That's what I am, not who I am."

"Well, this isn't getting me anywhere," she decided. That is when it hit her (not literally of course)... "The Magical Well! That's who might be able to help me," she realized.

So off she went to the magical well located near the King's castle in the middle of the Shadows' Realm. "I will need something to give to the well when I make my wish," Spite remembered as she started her journey. "Hopefully something will appear before I get there," she thought since she did not want to delay any longer and hadn't brought anything special with her since she hadn't thought to visit this magical place before.

Something did appear just before she found the well. It was a small pillow. "I wonder what this is doing out here," Spite thought as she stumbled over it... "Oh well. Maybe the Magical Well will want to take a nap later. I can feel a touch of magic in it, so it should be acceptable."

As she neared the Magical Well, a blue glow emitted from the center. "Somebody appears to be home," the excited Spite hoped.

"Oh Magic Wishing Well. May I ask of you a wish?" The Well didn't reply but that didn't stop Spite. "Please help me find the true name to me which will help set me free." She did know that wishing wells required the 'magical language' which meant one had to slightly rhyme somewhere in the request (no one knows why - but that's how wishing wells work).

As she made the wish, Spite dropped the pillow into the well. As the pillow disappeared, something else started to float to the surface of the well. It was a mirror! With the mirror a deep voice also could be heard coming from within the well.

"Take a peek. Your wish is now complete." (Magical talk again.) Then the Well continued, "Take this looking glass from my stash. Look into the mirror and hold it dearly as it will help you to find the one you seek clearly." As the Spite quickly grabbed the handle, something else came flying from the Magical Well. "You will also need this," the voice said before the blue light flashed once more then vanished. Spite was so startled that she did not even realize that the well had not responded in rhyme that time.

"Now what am I going to do with a pillow," wondered the Spite.

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Not a pet...

2/9/2021

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Spite was sitting in her favorite place by the babbling, chuckling brook. She knew this would lighten her mood as she had decided that it was time. The Wizard, Dewin, needed to know her name.

After all, she wasn't just a pet like some dog she thought - just because he expected her to always come running when he called for her. He knew he could count on her loyalty as she had proved that time again and again over the years, but being call Spite was WHAT she was... not WHO she was.

Plus she was getting a little tired of the ol' jokes "in spite of" being used just willy nilly. It was usually when something Dewin did that didn't turn out quite the way he expected. That is what happens when one is born during a Mercury retrograde. The 'Powers that Be' do love their sense of humor which is why a Spite always looked at things in a funny twisted way.

Spite knew she was unique and that she had been "born" from the sacrifice of a Wish Dragon trying to correct a great wrong. That love is partially reflected in the blue flame on her forehead but no one had been present when she was born. She had come in at a special time and was blessed with knowing what she was, but no one was there to name her. Over time the villagers and Dewin just fell into the habit of calling her Spite.

But things were now changing in the Realm. There was a Wish Dragon to find and that would affect her in some way too she felt. It was time to come into her full power and to do that she needed her name! Oh, she laughed at some of the silly names Dewin had shouted out at her over the years, but she didn't think those would quite fit. So she continued to chuckle and think about possible names. Who could she go to with this problem -- to help her find her name and open the gateway to her full powers?

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Part II... More Dragon Lore...

1/26/2021

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When any Dragon hatchling is born, the stones of the egg nest are magically turned to crystal. Each crystal will absorb the loose magic released from the hatching thus giving the crystal specific magical powers. Most crystals will be of a range of colors from red to green or blue, but some crystals will be as clear as the air. These are the most powerful and are usually from the nest of a Wish Dragon.

The Trolls specially crave these crystals for their power or wealth. They know these are stones of the earth transformed by magic. But for the Dragons, the crystals are necessary for their sleeping nests.

It did not matter how much gold or other items a Dragon gathered for its bed for at the core of it is the crystals the Dragon was born with. The crystals are like a soft cushion which allowed the Dragon to sleep soundly and in peace. If a crystal was taken, the Dragon would sleep fitfully and if all of the crystals were gone, then the Dragon was not able to sleep at all! One doesn't want to run into a Dragon that hasn't had a good night sleep... where do you think those evil stories of Dragons attacking villages came from. So who were stealing the crystals? The Dragons already knew about the Trolls which is why Dragons weren't on speaking terms with them for eons. Rumor had it that even Goblins were known to trade in stolen crystals.

Another connection the Dragons have with their birth crystals is the low melodious tone that helps them sleep. Only the Dragon can hear it and each crystal has its own CPS (Crystal Position System) range. It calls to the Dragon to help them to be found. As a result, the Dragons were pulled away from the Realm as they had to search farther and farther away in order to regain their birth crystals.

This is the reason that the Dragons finally all left the Realm. (Others have many conspiracy theories around why the Dragons all left, but now you know the real story...)

What does this have to do with Spite... let alone Hungry? Hungry's parents recognized that all of the Dragons were departing the Realms in search for their stolen property. They were also worried what it meant for this much magic to leave and never return to the Realm. They decided to seek out the Sleeping Sisters to discover if the Sisters could see into the future to help them. The Dragons were told of a prophecy about a Wish Dragon saving the land for good or for evil. The Sisters told them that if a Wish Dragon was not to be found, then it was a possibility that a evil would rule the land. At this gathering of the Sisters and Dragons were Hungry's parents. One of them was the Wish Dragon that hatched when Spite was "born".

Then Hungry's parents left in search of their missing crystals. They had to leave their remaining egg behind but hoped it would be well cared for. They had hoped to return before it hatched but in spite of all their good plans, Spite felt that she had been abandoned. Oh the plans of wizards, Dragons and mystics... as they don't always go the way expected.

Now we know about the birth of Spite, but why is she with the Wizard Dewin? What does she hope to find there and what does she know about Hungry, the Wish Dragon?

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Sprigg'n finds Dewin...

Special Edition of the Bellwether

And Sparks Fly...

The CAT Meets Sprigg'n...

A Zooming Mirror...

My Name is...

The Power in a Name...

Not a pet...

Part II... More Dragon Lore...

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