I come from a land called Uur, it's actually a small island nation off of the coast of Einsam. There are about 1.3million inhabitants in my country (it sure doesn't look like it though). We are currently in the Luor dynasty, their family has been in line for over 60 years.
My mother is an innkeeper, and my father is a former court politician. My father has ties with many lawyers, samurai, and wealthy merchants. Because of this, I've always had a knack for adventure. I recently decided that I want to be an explorer. Both of my parents expected me to join the militia, but I'm really not cut out for rules and order.
After our disagreement, I ran away from home with my pet spirit, Patcho. It's my first time being on my own. I miss my mom and dad incredibly, but I feel like exploring is my divine fate. I hear the tree spirits, the water essences, and the sky call out to me. Why would I ignore that?
Outside, in the middle of a dark and deep forest, a kingdom reigned powerfully. Though the land was very small, almost quaint, the Queen and her subjects ruled many.
From an outside observer, the kingdom's fort looked meek. The castle, far less than beautiful, was something along the lines of an old barn with newly-added neogothic embellishments in an attempt to give a romantic aura.
The kingdom, known as Einsam, was harmless during the day. Each morning the street marketplace opened at exactly sunrise. The smell of burning coal woke up Einsam's citizens to a busy day. Fresh bread was put in displays, only for half to be sold and the rest saved for the Night. Butchers cut up large portions of meat, mostly to sell a few chicken pieces and save the rest for their animals. The blacksmith was busy with weaponry orders, completing them within the hour so his customers could be well-equipped before the Night. Every one of Einsam's people were scared and eager to finish their days work before the sun set high.
No one has seen the Queen, or heard from her besides the words her henchman pass on. The Queen, her son the Dauphin, and her young nephew, le petit-fil de France all lived in the small castle. It is rumored that the Queen opens her windows when the Night descends.
It was midday. Small children were gathered in the center of the street, huddled and fixated on an amusing attraction. The children laughed in phrases, an audience responding to jokes.
Her dog does not strut well, does it not?' said the young gentleman in center. 'I shan't feed her, it will grow bigger!'
The crowd burst in giggles and shouts.
Looking closer, this gentleman was no human. He was a tree spirit, having traveled thousands of kilometers into Einsam. Was he from the surrounding nation, perhaps? Or maybe from the lake cavern country below the forest? His eyes glowed green, his face had ridges like the core of a tree and his hair resembled matted, tangled roots.
I have travelled from Urn, the sky nation above your neighboring lands.' said the spirit. His feet wiggled as he announced this.
The kids gasped. There was silence. Who travels this far for Einsam, let alone jump?
It was a long and painful journey. The best part about it was the free food from your kind neighbors.
The children all burst out laughing in unison.