The Dogadion sun cascaded on the great canopy of the twilight forest , The morning had been bright waking many of the local birds, mostly the quacks and the great feathered moo Mona’s , early , In the tallest tree lived a queer folk , the sanitoes , About two foot in height with one eye each. Called the solo‘s because they lived far from any other civilisation. There arms drooped down by there side, twice as long as a normal man but half as wide. There skin was naturally orange giving them a natural camouflage in the forest.

There heavily handed approach to tasks often lead to many breakages of there tools and equipment.

(On one occasion a very large sanitoes caused the supporting beam in the great hall to collapse just by leaning on it. )

So once every couple of years they sent a carrier to one of the great northern cities. ( usually Coos town or megagiumtropolis )

On this particular mourning the great council of sanitoes gathered in the great hall to discuss who to send to fetch more Equipment.

The hall walls were brown and made of various materials scrapped from the waste from the larger towns. Mostly rusted sheets of metal but here and there were recognisable pieces of large machinery, For example the mayors chair used to be the fork of a fork lift truck.

In the centre was a huge wooden table stuck together with tape and pieces of chewing gum. On it rested a large model of the Tree kingdom of which they lived. It showed

The many platforms which held the Trees inhabitants circled round the tree making it look like a corkscrew.

Around the table sat the delegates and the council members. All of which sported large wooded hats.( A funny rumour going around said that these hats gave the wearer a large ring of splinters around there head.)

The mayor (rather old for his position) Stood and called for attention “Order, Order .

Now we all know why we’re here. I shall make the final desscion but I will allow the council to elect one of the delegates to choose a group to take the trolley and fetch our supplies”

He sat down with a thud making the hall shake.

A short Sanitoes ran into the hall tripped and smashed headfirst into the table instantly breaking it into many pieces.

The mayor sighed “Add tape to the list”

One of the more hairy Sanitoes replied “More tape” He took out of his pocket a rather large list and wrote on it with a pencil. After writing on the list the pencil snapped. “Oh sh iggle”

“Language, There’s children present “Said a sort of squeaky voice from the corner.

The short one stood up Dusted him self off and Stood in front of the mayor.

“What is it” said the mayor “There’s a boy from one of the big places in the hospital Mr mayor” replied the short one while wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“What! There hasn’t been a human in these parts for years . Excuse me ladies and gentlemen I shall return. Grouch take over while I see to this matter.”

The mayor rushed out of the hall followed by the short one Still wiping his nose.

The Sanitoes hospital was in the village at the bottom of the tree.

The tree was 300 feet tall and many more meters wide . House’s scaled all the way from the bottom to the top creating a large shadow onto the small village below.

The mayor quickly rushed into the only bed in there. On it was lying a teenager, He was tall and rather rugged looking, He wore a cyber suit and a pair of black desert goggles.

His leg was bandaged.

“Are you the mayor?” the boy asked

“Of course I am” replied the mayor

The boy sat up to reveille his long brown hair. “You have to evacuate the kingdom it’s the last populated place left for him to destroy. The great heaven lord boslethate has gone mad he turned the city’s great defensive weapon the mana cannon into an aggressive of mass destruction. He has used it to destroy all of the tree kingdoms except yours”

The hospital shook and the sound of a thousand cannons being fired at once filled the air. The mayor quickly rushed outside.

“I was too late getting here I’m sorry!” shouted the boy from inside.

A bright emerald light beam hurtled from the white mountains towards the Twilight forest and towards the tree kingdom . The beam hit the tree with the force of a million shock blasters. Flames and splinted wood fell from the sky plunging towards the earth like rain, destroying the village below in a flurry of pain and fire.

The screams filled the air forever it seemed. When the dust settled and the ringing stopped a small hover craft appeared on the horizon. a class b comms shuttle. The shuttle had on small seat and one rather large radar dish seated on the back. The pilot wore a black body suit and a helmet, His face was covered with a visor. A monitor sat just above the controls. Only one message appeared on its monitor “Status report compleat. No survivors moving to stage two .World domination. End transmission.”

The pilot shook his head in disbelief then turned the craft around and flew off into the horizon.