In the heart of the Glimmerwood Forest, where the path wiggled like a giggle and the air smelled like cinnamon, lived a curious boy named Sammy. His very best friends were the Flicker-Flies, tiny lightning bugs who would dot the air with sparkles. Every day, they played hide-and-seek among the bouncy, red-spotted mushrooms.

One afternoon, a tiny, sad sound echoed from the deepest part of the forest—the Whispering Woods. "Eeep... eeep..." it cried. The Flicker-Flies zipped behind Sammy's ears, their lights dimming with worry. "It's too spooky in there," they buzzed. The sad sound made the whole Glimmerwood feel a little less bright.

Sammy’s curiosity wiggled his toes. He crept to the edge of the dark woods and called out, "Hello? Who's there?" But the shadows seemed to swallow his voice. A cold wind rustled the leaves, whispering "Go... awaaay..." Sammy felt a shiver of fear. He was all alone, and the woods looked full of grumpy monsters.

But then Sammy remembered the little "eeep" sound. Someone needed help! He stood up tall, took a giant breath, and shouted the bravest word he knew: "SHAZAM!" A warm, golden light burst around him, and the Flicker-Flies, seeing his courage, zoomed to his side, shining brighter than ever. Together, they marched into the woods, a brilliant ball of light, and found a tiny Moonpetal flower, shivering and dark. Their combined glow wrapped around it like a warm hug, and the flower slowly began to shine.

The little flower's light grew and grew, pushing all the spooky shadows away forever. The Whispering Woods was now filled with a soft, happy glow. Sammy and the Flicker-Flies danced as the Moonpetal blinked its light, saying thank you. Sammy learned that being brave wasn't about not being scared; it was about helping others, even when you are. And that was the best magic of all.