In a quaint little village, called Tibwan, children began to disappear. They were getting stolen by creatures that lived in the nearby woodlands. There were no rules in the forest, but all that went in, wistful and hopeful for treasure and glory, came out wrinkled and in disarray, or never came out at all. One day, a little child by the name of Margarette set out to explore, with her odd assortment of belongings, which consisted of mushrooms, shoes, and miniature oars her papa had whittled for her, only days ago. As Margarette walked down a deserted cobblestone path, a dark whirling cloud of what appeared to be dust began to drift towards her.