On a peaceful glide through the forest, Princess Cocobutter detected something missing from her royal excursion. The rather beautiful fountain that she quite admired had a piece broken off of it. Quite a few pieces actually. It was a miniature symbol of the forest, with eight pine trees of growing heights. The tips of each one had been cleanly snipped off.  

A bit upset, Princess Cocobutter marched over to recover the missing pieces. They were likely lying in the grass somewhere around the fountain. As she neared it, however, a strange pull overcame her. The air was suddenly difficult to breathe and the sounds of the world stopped. Everything was getting dark.  

Suddenly the awful sensation stopped and the air cleared. She saw all eight of the statue tips laying on the sandy ground beneath her. She scooped them up and dropped them in a pocket of her dress.  

Then she noticed that she was nowhere she recognised. The fountain was absent, forest was gone, the grass was now empty dirt and sand, and the familiar sounds of her world were silent.  

She felt a tickle against her cheek. Spinning around, she saw a bizarre flying thing that was reaching out to touch her. Princess Cocobutter recoiled in fear. Yet it wasn't the small dragon-like thing that set her mood afray, but rather the fact that no such creature existed in her known world.

Far in the east there lived a Treskhid. It had survived the alignment of the planets and gained immense knowledge of how the dimensional rifts operated as a result. After only minor consideration and some time, this being decided to bend the world to his will. Or some world.  

Twisting and turning, wrenching and thrusting, the rights became obtuse and the acute flattened. A circle became a line before its waving hands. Small dense pyramids of stone poked out into the air. They danced about to the rhythm of the Treskhid's motions.  

Then it tore. That freshly healed sphere of the world suffered a new wound. Out slipped a puff of air and a lollipop, followed by a rather startled exclamation.  

This so surprised the vortex weaver that he broke his rhythm and the tiny pyramids ceased their dance and the weak portal evaporated into the ether. A sharp snap came from each of the pyramids as they dropped to the ground, shorn from their base.  

A bright rainbow lollipop lay on the ground, all swirly and already well licked. The Treskhid picked it up and set it into a stand as a trophy of its momentous achievement.

Wee, woo, waa!  

It creates the same as it destroys,  

But multiplies the destroyed a hundredfold.  

The great creator and destroyer of lives.

Attoka finds a peculiar box laying on the ground. Turning it this way and that, he can't seem to find how it opens. What's inside it? Maybe a really big arrow, because there's a picture of one on the side.

From one tiny spark a chain reaction of burning fuse leads to an explosion of change to all near the blast. Brace yourself! This one's ready to blow!  

The citizens of Andonia sense a sudden contraction in the Kerplah portal. Something new is coming.

Perched atop a magnetically floating metal shard, a small worpal bird surveys the area, looking for insects to eat.

Pyra, Pyra, all around,  

What hour to sound?  

Danger from afar bound,  

Seek rocks to pound.