Oh Well...

Drip! Drip! Drip!  That seems to be all that was left of the Old Wishing Well that was hidden in the Shadows' Kings garden.  "Oh, How I remember when I was so vibrant and bubbly when I was a babbling brook!" sighed the Old Well.
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With that deep sigh,  his thoughts drift back to days of old when he had been a young stream flowing from a great waterfall.

It all began when the First Dragon had hidden the young Nyte Shade's heart under the waterfall that had been given to the Dragon by the Great Shade.  That act changed the water forever!  Little did the brook realize the ripple that happened at the moment when the Nyte Shade's remaining love seeped into the flumes of the waterfall.

For in her heart, the Nyte Shade held the remaining essence of her magic which trickled into the waterfall.  That water then raced down into the stream and flowed into the small babbling brook, and at that instance, forever was changed this insignificant water source.  

"But that was such a long, long, looooonnng time ago," the Wishing Well pondered.  "Time has a way of changing things."  

The Wishing Well hadn't even existed yet.  The new magic gave the babbling brook a whole new way to look at life within the water as well as round it's banks.  Things were flush then and so vibrant.  At it's best, the babbling brook was forever blabbing about something but now he really had a new way of looking at things that required a whole new language in order to express himself.

With the magic that poured through him, he found he could understand any creature, four-legged or two, who came to sip from him.  In his excitement he would turn around and start babbling to them in their language.  More often then not, it would frighten the creature away.  For who would want to drink from something that could talk back to you?  

But then came the Dragons.  Big, small, green or blue, they all came to drink from his waters.  The babbling brook though could see a change happening when the Dragons drank from him.  They became "more" is all that he could figure out.

"Those where the fun times," the Old Well whispered to himself.  Since the brook didn't understand the changes within the Dragons, he didn't say anything to them. "Oh, but the parties those Dragons brewed up while gathering around me were so enlightening and lively," remembered the Well fondly.  

Then things began to change.  "I wish I knew what had started it, because maybe I could have changed things," the Old Well said with his melancholy thoughts.  For things dried up for the brook and fewer and fewer Dragons came to see him.  Finally the Shadows' King came to the small brook.

"I am here to help protect you," he told the babbling brook.  "You will sink lower into the ground and I will build a well around you.  This will keep you safe, for I see a great need for you in the coming Ages."

This was how the Old Wishing Well was built.  At first things were fine and occasionally he would have visitors drop by to keep him up with the latest gossips.  He found out over the years, if they asked him just right, he could also grant them a wish from the magic he had absorbed.  ​ "It wasn't long before all of the little ones would dance around me and throw in tokens.  It was then they started calling me The Wishing Well.  I was important then."  Oh he did enjoy that... especially if the wish had a twist that was a little unexpected.

But then creatures big and small totally stopped coming.  Things got dark indeed for the Well.  One day he overheard (through a Twitter bird who stopped to rest on the edge of his well wall) that the Dragons had left the Realm.  That is when he heard and felt the loud shattering sound that vibrated through the water causing far-reaching ripples.  After that the flow of water dried up even more until now the poor Old Wishing Well felt like he was hanging on by a drip.

Drip...     drip...     drip...

Everything looked bleak until that fateful day when a small young Dragon discovered him while it was out exploring.  The Wishing Well had thought they had all left.  The Dragon went on to tell him that he had recently hatched so he didn't know about other Dragons since he had never seen others.  The young Dragon then told him that he was Hungry.  That took a few minutes of figuring out that Hungry was the young Dragon's name.  They enjoyed a lengthy visit until the Dragon truly felt hungry and needed to return to his cave.  It was after that visit that the Well discovered a new feeling.  A warm fuzzy feeling that flowed through him that actually made him feel a little "more".  Not understanding this feeling, the Old Wishing Well didn't think long about it.  But he did notice that whenever Hungry came for a visit, he always felt a little bit fuller and more  than before.