Rooh: The guardian of the Flower

In a land far, far away, in the ancient world. Beyond the huge mountains surrounded by oceans, in the mystery land of evergreen dark forests, the dwelling-place of undead creatures and poisonous plants, was once a small thriving village of Orah. It was located on the sloppy grass land, bordered by the dark woods on both north and south, and few villages to its east. The village of Orah is sparsely populated, with old square buildings made up of woods and thatched roofs. The people are mainly farmers and traders. They had their farms on the outskirt of the village and their herds graze on the lush green field, with a river that cut across the village, running miles into the forests and up the hills. They lived together in peace and harmony, so merry and jovial. They went to their farms and trade when the sun is up and their children race through the streets as cheerfull laughter filled the sky. While at night they gather around a bonfire, telling tales and spreading rumours of the olden days. Tales about the dark forest and its mysterious creatures. Of the undead creatures that lurk around the shadows, waiting for any unlucky soul that dared to venture in. Rumours about the strange sounds coming from the woods in the darkest night when one listened attentively.

Although the village was safe from harm by the forest and its creatures, escept for few attacks by the wolves, and the rumours were just rumours, the people still feared the dark woods or the mystery forest as they call it, and its mysterious undead creatures. There was an unspoken rule to stay clear of the forest to stay safe. All of them, both young and all, adhered to that rule. Everyone except one girl.

Rooh