Extremely rough draft. First story publishing.

Life was going indifferently in the mundane world of the people of Creation. Bandits roamed the wilds. Mages, witches, and wizards studied magic, potions and/or dark theory. Drunks drinking in their usual tavern. But what happens when a group of drunken bandits discover a little secret about a big problem? Can one wizard of short stature (and temper) help guide four children to their destiny?