Is the Prophecy coming true?

​Sometimes being a troll has it's advantages, especially a troll with the ability to create music.  As the rest of the group continued arguing about what and why each were there at The Wishing Well, Hewy began to sing.  Very softly at first, but soon, as the words continued to form in his mind, he started singing louder and louder until finally the others noticed.  The arguing slowly ended as each realized that the others too had stopped and were now listening to the troll.

​​When the last of the Wish Dragyns are lost
and is starving for knowledge at any cost;
will choices be made by many
that will bring the Realms to despair or to plenty.

Which way will it sway and who will triumph none yet can foretell
but for good to win the evil must not prevail;
for if evil wins forever magic will be changed or lost
and the Realms will suffer at the cost.
​
For in the telling of this tale a musician must play
as the dryad who has forsaken it's way;
the troll will mend what was once broken
as they both must gain the Dragyn 's token.

​​For if this does not happen another will sway
the young mind which will drift away;
and from the lack of knowledge will the choice then be
for the Dragyn will  grant the destructive plea.

When Hewy was finished and the others silently trying to figure out the song, he spoke.  "Hungry, I am glad to meet you.  What you just heard was a prophecy from long ago told to me by Awena of the Sleeping Sisters.  We think it is about you and the choices you must make for the Realms."

​"What do you mean?" asked the young Wish Dragon.  "What does this 'prophecy' as you called it, have to do with me?"

​​As Hewy started to repeat each of the stanzas to the prophecy for Hungry, the others moved closer as they too wanted to hear it again.  All of them failed to notice, so focused were they on the Troll, Dewin slowly edging closer to the Wish Dragon while summoning his magic.  Just as he was ready to release his incantation, Sprigg'n bumped him and interrupted the casting of the spell.

​"What are you doing interrupting me like that?" growled the angry wizard glaring at the Spite.  Sprigg'n wasn't backing down and said, "You will not hinder the Dragon's decision. This day has been foretold since the day you came to the Realms and why I was born.  You will have your chance to convince Hungry of your desires, but not with the magic you seek to change." 

Surprised to hear such determination from the Spite, the spell vanished from his mind.  "Since the Spite has gotten her own name, she should have added "pain" to the middle of it," thought the Wizard.  He continued to mutter, "Now I am going to have to convince the Dragon to grant my wish by using my other plan." Turning back to the others, Dewin realized that Hewy was just finishing repeating the prophecy and was starting to answer Hungry's questions.  No one had noticed.

"So you think that I am the Wish Dragon in the story, err... I mean prophecy?  But how can that be if this was written long before I was born?" asked the confused Dragon.  "If I am, what am I supposed to do and who are the others mentioned?  Don't they have to be here also?"

Before Hewy could answer, Efem decided it was time for her to speak out.  "Hungry, you are the last of the Wish Dragons.  As a matter of fact, you are the last Dragon in all of the Realms that we can find.  The others have all disappeared and have not returned.  That is why we think you are the Dragon of the prophecy."  While listening to the Tree Mother, Hungry absent mindedly started eating one of the sweets that he and The CAT had picked up on the way to The Wishing Well.

​Efem, noticing his snacking, smiled as she continued, "and the hungry part, besides being also your name, may also apply to you as I watch you eating every morsel left in your take-away bag from the Sugar Plum Bakery."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed a Dragon could blush," thought Hewy as he watched Hungry quickly put the last remaining cookie back into the bag he had been carrying.