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.
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