Life at the Stock Tribe was never easy, and even at the more lush part of the Dragon's Valley, the deceptive calm is eventually shattered by a sharp tremor. The earth split, unleashing a burst of acrid steam, and with it, a booming screech.

A terrified Jellysaur rampaged blindly away from a newly formed lava fissure. It stampeded through the brush near the Jellysaur Trail, heading straight toward a young Stock Tribe Cookie who had been gathering herbs, now frozen in fear.

“Stand aside!” Knight Cookie, astride his horse, burst into the clearing.

He spurred the steed, veering sharply and placing himself in the beast’s path. Instead of delivering a killing blow, he used his bone sword to deliver a stunning slam to the side of the Jellysaur’s skull, briefly dazing it.

“Return to the village, little one! Quickly! I shall ensure this creature finds its calm!” He commanded to the little Cookie.