The woodland Protector

Prologue

In a small farm near the magical woodland in Catan, there lived a family of 5. A man named Donavan Warmwood, his wife Serenity and their 3 children; Lukas the oldest of the three, Bren the middle child and Galund the youngest.

They were a normal farmer family. Strict father, loving mother and hard workers. The father was not fond of his children, thought of them like slaves that were related to him by blood. He forced them to work from sunrise to sundown. They did work all day, all night, seven days a week. No breaks. No rest.

One child in particular was at the sharp end of the stick. It was the youngest, Galund, who did most of the work. He was weak and frail, yet he still did most of the work around the farm.
The boy had callused hands from handling the cattle by pulling on their leases which were made of hemp rope. And scars from foxes that would occasionally break into the chicken coop.

His mother loved him. He was the favourite child. She spoiled him with new clothes every year and occasionally would cook him his favourite dish for dinner after a long day of work.

With Galund's hard working nature, he seemed to also be the religious type. He worshiped the Wildmother. She is a representation of the wild creatures and nature. His worship went so far to the point where he made a horned mask out of a piece of wood his brother, Lukas, cut for him. He has been worshiping the deity for the better part of four years and by the second year the crops started to grow faster that the years before and the animals started to provide more sustenance as well. His family thought he was the one who brought luck to the family. All but his father.

As the family's personal slave he had to endure various grueling tasks for many years. But when he turned ten years old. It all changed. For everybody in the family.