Once in Whispering Grove, where shadows dance and secrets rove, a mischievous Malgarn lurked below, scheming and plotting, oh how he'd grow! The first Keeper's key, kept safely from sight, the only barrier to Malgarn's might.

With a snicker and a snort, Malgarn worked his secret fort, crafting plans with wicked delight, to free himself into the night. The Keeper's key, glittering and bright, hidden away, well out of sight.

With a riddle of the ancient lore, the Keeper's key, what's it for? The first Keeper's clever trickery, locked Malgarn in dark and mystery. To unleash his power, oh what a goal, the mischievous Malgarn set to steal the keeper's key, to free his soul.

Through Whispering Grove, Malgarn slunk, his mischievous plan, all sneaky and punk. Creeping and crawling, with a devious smirk, the key was close, he could almost taste its perk.

But just as Malgarn reached to grasp, the first Keeper appeared, oh what a gasp! With a flick and a flash, the key was gone, back to safety where it belonged. Malgarn was foiled, his plan in a spin, locked away once more, his mischief so thin.

So in Whispering Grove, the shadows still play, but Malgarn's mischief is locked away. The Keeper's key, forever secure, Malgarn's dark ambitions will never endure.