LittleDino22 had not been successful in learning their power. So far they’d managed to set a tree (outside of the forest) ablaze, pour lava into a lake (outside of the forest) and burn an innocent rabbit (unfortunately the rabbit did not survive).The worst part was that they had terrible aim. Hit a tree? They’d miss… by 10 metres. Pour lava on a rock? Yeah… no. It would spray on the ground, hissing and cooling down. Even getting the amounts right was difficult. A little bit of fire would become a whole forest full. At least they had a power, Gwendolf said. What use was that? thought LittleDino22. They had powers, alright, but they couldn’t even master the basics, the introduction. They were straight up terrible at it.



“Carry on, you’ll eventually get it.” croaked Gwendolf. “You’ll get it… one day.”
“One day?? Yeah, that’ll be in a 1000 years, I guess.” snorted LittleDino22, kicking the ground in frustration.



Gwendolf knew something that LittleDino22 didn’t know. If they didn’t harness the strength of their power and get it right soon, the whole world was in danger. He gulped, and watched LittleDino22 fail again.

What he knew about this Forest was bad. And as the author of this story, I will tell you what he knew.


Gwendolf knew that the other side of the forest was haunted. Everybody knew that. But no one but him knew that there was some one else on that side of the forest that could cause disaster. His minions could tear apart cities, let alone him, who could completely destroy a whole continent… quicker then someone can snap their fingers. Quicker then you can say ‘Stop’. It sounds crazy but it’s true.

That wizard was called Malfuro.
And the worst part about it wasn’t the destruction of continents. It was this…
LittleDino22 didn’t know it… but Malfuro was his long lost brother.