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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