Once there was a group of alchemists and wizardly folk.  The called themselves 'The Magi' and they sought to rule all the land they could through the power of their arcane secrets.  They spent many moons calculating and plotting, as is the way of wizardly folk.  Fear and brutality were determined to be the most effective ways to keep their future subjects in order.

  To achieve this end, they took a young lad and began to experiment upon him.  They injected, fed, and cast various forms of magic on this lad, intending to turn him into their invincible enforcer.  The experiments were a resounding success.  No weapon or spell could hurt their creation.  His will was totally bent to their whims.  His power was enough to slaughter any who dared oppose The Magi.  His mind was still child-like, and so was very amenable to cruelty.

  Satisfied with their enforcer, The Magi set him loose upon the lands.  No army stood a chance against him.  It took no time for the mocking laughter of the enforcer to drive fear into the bravest of warriors.  The Magi's victory was swift and total.  They reigned over their lands for many a deoch, keeping the populace in check with fear of terrible retribution from the enforcer for any dissent.  All was as The Magi had calculated.

  The lands ruled by The Magi were dark and bleak, indeed.  Not a very good place for an Inn, which lives on the flow of happy people from one place to another.  So it was that an innkeeper, who lived within The Magi's realm, was not faring very well.  Too bleak a land, nobody passed by, nobody visited... The innkeeper decided she must do something or surely starve.  So she did the only thing she knew how to do.  She planted a small and beautiful flower garden.

  The inkeeper's plan worked, too!  People started staying at her inn so that they might glimpse the happiness of a perfect blossom.  Young men in the realm paid her handsomely for a token of love to give to their ladies.  Children of the nearby towns took to playing in the garden, laughing and smiling.  Laughing and smiling, in the realm of terror The Magi had forged.

  It was not long before The Magi heard of this small spot of bliss in their otherwise bleak kingdom.  This was not allotted for in their plans.  The Magi were not happy, and personally escorted their enforcer to this Inn, to teach these people a lesson.

  When they arrived, The Magi gathered the nearby townsfolk together at the Inn.  They declared that no joy would be allowed to live in their lands.  The garden was to be destroyed this instant!  The small children, not knowing better, began to mob the enforcer as he headed for the garden.  They cried and wailed, not wanting their favorite playground destroyed.

  The Magi did not know mercy.  They ordered the enforcer to throw the children out of his way and get on with his destruction.  Children were sent flying from the terrible presence of the magical enforcer.  He smiled as the children landed some yards away, crying that they had made owies on their bums.

  The enforcer's smile quickly faded as he took his first unfettered step towards the flowers.  The enforcer found himself flying towards the ground with alarming speed.  Their masterpiece planted face first in the dirt, The Magi quickly noticed the embarrassing problem.  The children had tied his boot laces together when they had mobbed him.

  A minor trifle, The Magi told the enforcer to remove his boots and continue with their orders.  Barefoot and now a bit upset, the enforcer trudged to the garden, and started to dance about on the flowers, slashing his weapons of darkness at the helpless plants.  He laughed and taunted the children as he razed the poor little spot of happiness.

  The Magi were quite pleased... Until the Enforcer stopped in his tracks.  Tears began to well up in their creation's eyes.  Soon it was bawling more than the mob of children.  The Magi were confused as their creation cried out for its mommy to make the pain stop.  The children began to laugh at the enforcer, and throw dirt at him as he continued to wail.

  The Magi were stupefied, and the locals took advantage of the time to perform an old-fashioned lynching while their mighty protector wept.  Their mighty creation had been taken down by a simple flower.  As they had used injections to craft the impregnable magics, the enforcer had been left vulnerable to such pricks... Pricks such as those inflicted by the simple rose.

  The Magi were overthrown, and their enforcer's weakness was exposed, rendering his effectiveness null.  Despite all their arcane knowledge, the Magi were the ones to be taught a lesson on that day:

 Light will always find a way to pierce the blackest of darkness.