M I Sid Books's : Wands and Worlds
An enchanted quest. A lost realm. A fight for magic itself.
Five ordinary children are pulled into an extraordinary world after discovering magical wands hidden on Earth. But these are no ordinary wands — they’re relics from a lost magical world now ruled by darkness. The children must learn who they are, what power they carry, and why they were chosen to restore balance.
They thought it was just a Halloween game. They were wrong.
As the children play with the glowing wands under the moonlit sky, something strange begins to unfold. The world around them shifts — the wind stills, time stretches, and a quiet hum rises from the ground.
Before they can ask what’s happening, they’re standing in a place no map could trace, and the adventure truly begins.
Some say it was a myth. Others feared it was real.
As the children journey further into the unknown, the stories begin to take form. They hear whispers of a giant bound in ancient ice, of shadows who once ruled and now wait in silence, and of a great winged creature — the only being ever known to defy them.
Its feathers shimmer with power. Its memory carries the past. And though unseen for generations, its presence still echoes across the sky.
Not everything in this world wants to be found.
But so
M I Sid Books's : Wands and Worlds
Deep within the shifting forest, where no sunlight touches the roots and the air carries whispers of forgotten songs, something awakens.
For years, the creature had walked as a fox, silenced by a curse no child could understand. But when magic stirs and the old pathways open, she returns—not as prey, but as protector.
Her name is spoken only in wind and leaves.
The children do not know her story. Not yet.
But they will follow her steps.
Because sometimes the forest hides what the world no longer
“Some say the skies remember everything. That the wind carries whispers of ancient battles… and fallen protectors.”
Long ago, when darkness began to rise, a guardian bird soared across realms, carrying with it the last hope of magic.
Now, as five children stand unknowingly beneath its shadow, that hope stirs again.
The feather once thought lost… has been found.
And deep in the clouds, something watches.
Something that remembers.
“The wind shifted.
The clouds remembered.
And something ancient opened its eyes.”
Gobel – The Last of the Old Ones
Far beyond the forest’s edge, where maps fade and moonlight forgets the ground, an old figure waits.
No one knows how long he’s been there.
Some say he once taught the greatest minds in the realm.
Others believe he walked away from power… to guard something that must never be found.
He is not just a man of magic.