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

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.