Prologue: Home

Once upon a time, in a kingdom of vast and shadowy forests, lived a wanderer. He was grown amoung towering oaks, whispering birches, and pines that reached so high they seemed to brush the clouds. The kingdom of these powerful forests was ruled by a king, so old that his wisdom had begun to slip away. In its place, a strange madness grew, and with it, a hunger for gold.

The old king ordered to cut down the forests to build one of the biggest wooden castles in the world and sale the rest. A part of great trees that once sheltered birds, beasts and villagers, who had built their homes on the trees were dragged away to be sold. The more the king craved gold, the more the forests were cut down.

The wanderer’s heart ached. He could no longer bear the sight of empty clearings where his childhood trees once stood. He missed their shade, their song in the wind, and he feared the silence creeping in their absence. He feels loneliness. And yet… this was his home. There are still another forests. Here were his friends, his family, the laughter of familiar voices.

So he stood at a crossroads, three paths stretching before him:

To stay. Remain in the forest kingdom under the rule of the strange, greedy king, and stand for what little remains.

To step into the bog kingdom nearby. a tiny realm shrouded in mist and rain, where marshes swallowed the ground and winds howled endlessly. Conditions were harsh. The people there weren't particularly friendly, but they were united and hardworking. So even in such difficult conditions, the land flourished.

To seek the sunlit country of fields. a neighboring land bursting with golden harvests, sweet berries, and orchards heavy with juicy fruit. A land of abundance.