The Breaking of the Seal
"Rap, rap, rap! I call this meeting to order!" the Dowager heard as she raised her head. She felt like she was coming out of a deep sleep except for the pounding sound in her head seemed real enough. The last thing she remembered was breaking the seal on an ancient scroll in her son's library at the mansion.
Quickly she realized that she was no longer in the library. As she looked around she could see that she was in a larger room with several Fae and Outies sitting around her. Griselda knew she wasn't at the typical Council meetings she was used to because for one she was sitting in the back of the crowd instead of the raised seating in the front of the room. Secondly, she did not recognize anyone there and they were all dressed funny - almost like ages pasts. The Dowager liked to think of herself as dressed in the latest fashion (at least for the Realm of Wymsy) and these people certainly weren't. But like any council meeting, everyone seemed to have an opinion that they wanted the others to hear and agree to!
Deciding that she just did not have enough information yet and not sure how powerful the spell was, Griselda leaned over to her left and whispered to the older man sitting there. "Who is speaking up there?" she asked, wondering if she would get a response. The gentleman leaned towards her and whispered, "That is Aralt. He is Patriarch of the Glen Faery clan." Her gossipy new friend continued, "I am with the Dryads and Lumber Guild. Aralt has a lot of connections with the Dryads, Water Sprits, and even the Shadows. He is very influential in the council." This was a very powerful spell indeed!
Griselda decided that it was time to better put a face to the name since she would be probably meeting this fae soon. She sat up straighter in her chair so that she could see over the many heads in the room between her and stage. This was certainly a larger crowd than any meeting she had ever seen held in the Council Chambers of the Village on the Wall. As she stretched her neck without trying to draw attention to herself, she finally could see a table on a raised platform with seven individuals seated behind it. In the center was the one talking to the crowd which Griselda now knew to be Aralt.
"We must contain the Wish Dragons! Look what they have done by granting wishes willy nilly without a thought or care. Now we have this Village of Outies landing here in our own domain," shouted Aralt. At this point there was a lot of shaking heads going up and down, agreeing with Aralt, and murmuring in the crowd. "Yes, I know we can't send the Village back because of this Wish Dragon and we will deal with that issue later. For now though, we must find a way to control these Dragons," continued Aralt.
Elderberry, an older stately faery dressed in a purple gown with red berries in her hair, spoke up. "You know Aralt, that the Wish Dragons are not going to be happy with this situation. Yes, most Dragons are solitary and don't worry about each other until something happens that they feel will affect them all."
Aralt starts to say something more when he is interrupted by Thistledown, the elderly round-shaped Fae with a green wreath on his head who was sitting at one end of the table. "Also you can't take away their magic Aralt," Thistledown says. "For when they grant a wish part of their magic returns to the Realm. It helps in our own magic by nourishing and enhancing our strengths. We need the Wish Dragons more then they need us."
"Well if our silly cousins, the Nyte Shades, hadn't given some of their magic to the Wish Dragons we wouldn't be in this situation!" Aralt reminded the Council members. "As such as we need to be able to control and contain this situation. I am instigating a move to the council to create a Wish Dragon clan where we can do just that sort of thing."
"So that's how it started. And here I thought it was just to work with them and not so much to control them," thought Griselda. She was learning much about her Clan and more so about Aralt from this meeting. "He is indeed going to be a powerful entity to meet," the Dowager decided. The more she listened to him speak, she could also see where Aralt was very controlling and maybe a touch greedy about that power. What she was hearing here definitely wasn't what she had learned growing up within the Wish Dragon clan.
With that understanding the vision of the meeting started to fade and Griselda was now sitting back in her own favorite comfy chair in the library room. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she thanked the scroll for revealing what she needed to know for now. She was sure there was much more to be to be discovered within this ancient scroll but that was for a later time. Now she needed to rest and think more about what she had just learned. "And how much to tell the others," she thought.