It was a cloudy morning when the body was found. A servant went to deliver the king’s meal, and found him dead on the ground, the royal purple carpet stained with dried blood and fluff.

And The Orb was missing.

Soon, the entire tribe was alerted to his death, and after a quick funeral service, a small group of scouts was sent out to find The Orb.

But they would be too late.          

A few measly rays of sun broke through The Chocolate Pavillion’s glass dome. Ice Cream Sandwiches started entering the building, and soon it was practically full.

Then The Sown came, and took their seats at the front.

Finally, King Choco arrived. 

He cleared his throat, and spoke. “Now, I’m sure that you are aware of some of the recent developments in the war. Yes, that's right. We have The Orb!”

The crowd roared. King Choco called for some of his servants to bring in The Orb. 

Now, he held it in his hands. The key to victory. 

And power.

Ah, how do I open this?

Then, he finally managed it.

And it blew up.

You see, The Orb held a lot of power, though it was just enough to be contained and controlled inside it.

But it was still too much for a mortal plush's body to take.

When its energy was released, it killed Choco instantly.

Although, you see, King Choco had powers of his own, and this proved to be too much for The Orb this time, and it promptly shattered.

It created a shock wave so huge, it wiped out pretty much every living thing in a fifteen mile radius (ie;  practically the entire Ice Cream Sandwich species). 

When it imploded, The Sown had just enough time to shield themselves. 

With their powers, obviously.

When the dust settled, all that was left was a huge, two kilometer crater where the Chocolate Pavillion used to be. Everything had been destroyed.

Everything except The Sown.