Majestic mountains, shimmering streams, crashing waterfalls, treacherous cliffs, and a vast ocean. The island of Sallit carries these physical features, along with a few villages, cities, and a kingdom. The Kingdom of Sallitomin. The Kingdom is built high, made of stone and wood. It, and all of Sallit, is ruled by King Orion. The empire is made up of different levels. There's the Kingdom level, the manufacturing level, which is slightly lower than the Kingdom level, then the capital, city, town, and lastly, the smallest specks on the map, villages. That's where I am. In the especially small village of Caras.
Caras is a happy little village. We have a smith, a supply shop, and four small, cozy wooden homes. A village square is located at the center of the village, and it's generally used as a town meeting place or a flea market. The square is built around a small fountain with a statue of a creeper that was blessed by a passing magician to keep creepers and other monsters away from our village. By now, our village seems pretty nice, right? Well, I forgot to mention that it's located in the middle of a deep, thick forest, where nobody cares to exchange goods.
I was returning from a lumber trip to my job at the supply shop, which was called The WorkBench, with a good sized load of wood. With the wood, we could make plenty of wooden planks and sticks to sell. My boss, Darius, who was a big, old school guy with a deep, solid voice, wanted me to go deep in the forest to get the wood. "You don't want to cut down the trees by the village, because it would ruin the natural feel of Caras," is what he had told me.
Upon returning to The WorkBench, Darius handed me an envelope sealed with the king's crest. "It's for you," he said when I gave him a confused look. I peeled back the crest and pulled the folded paper out of the envelope.