As Spite strolled through the woods she wondered about a name she might like and daydreamed what it would be. Some of the good ones like Snickerfritz and Geodwyne were already taken. She knew those imps quite well. The more she thought about possible names and dismissed them, the more her thoughts kept returning to the question of who would help her find her name? She had already asked the Owls but they kept telling her that she must first figure out "who" she was. "Dumb owls, I already know 'who' I am," thought Spite. "I am a Spite. I even know how and where I came from. I just don't know my real name and I am tired of just being called 'Spite'. That's what I am, not who I am." |
So off she went to the magical well located near the King's castle in the middle of the Shadows' Realm. "I will need something to give to the well when I make my wish," Spite remembered as she started her journey. "Hopefully something will appear before I get there," she thought since she did not want to delay any longer and hadn't brought anything special with her since she hadn't thought to visit this magical place before. Something did appear just before she found the well. It was a small pillow. "I wonder what this is doing out here," Spite thought as she stumbled over it... "Oh well. Maybe the Magical Well will want to take a nap later. I can feel a touch of magic in it, so it should be acceptable." |
"Oh Magic Wishing Well. May I ask of you a wish?" The Well didn't reply but that didn't stop Spite. "Please help me find the true name to me which will help set me free." She did know that wishing wells required the 'magical language' which meant one had to slightly rhyme somewhere in the request (no one knows why - but that's how wishing wells work). As she made the wish, Spite dropped the pillow into the well. As the pillow disappeared, something else started to float to the surface of the well. It was a mirror! With the mirror a deep voice also could be heard coming from within the well. |
"Take a peek. Your wish is now complete." (Magical talk again.) Then the Well continued, "Take this looking glass from my stash. Look into the mirror and hold it dearly as it will help you to find the one you seek clearly." As the Spite quickly grabbed the handle, something else came flying from the Magical Well. "You will also need this," the voice said before the blue light flashed once more then vanished. Spite was so startled that she did not even realize that the well had not responded in rhyme that time. |