Long ago there was a beautiful forest. It was there, as it was a good forest, not too dark and not too light. On sunny days the rays of sun shone between the leaves and the tribes and you could see the plants and animals grow and move. It was a nice place for a king to live and was worked on a fortified city with a citadel. A forest remains a forest and a king must also be able to be protected.
They started building the citadel because it seemed the right beginning. It became a very nice citadel, slim, but with volume, white plastered walls, a nice gate that ran up in an arch. The door that should be able to be made from the sturdy thick wood of a few large oaks in the forest around it. Furthermore, the citadel had four turrets with on it, just like on the middle roof, a total of five golden spheres with a small tip on it, almost like tears.
Unfortunately, as often in the world, the tide turned. Bigger and smaller natural disasters broke out, it became dark, the sun was no longer visible in the forest, where he had previously shined and lit the citadel so beautifully. The forest that slowly but steadily turned into a jungle. The inhabitants moved away, at so much insecurity, and the king mysteriously disappeared, never to be heard from again. Wild animals moved into the citadel without a door and vermin settled wherever possible. The white plaster became grey and then almost black the golden bulbs became dull and gray.
For many decades, it seemed like erasans, later a bold wandering wanderer discovered as by chance the citadel. It rained hard, very hard, as it did every day. The wanderer moved under the gate to rest and dry. The wild animals and the crawling had already left the citadel. The citadel stood there as a sad ruin and nothing reminded of his luster and glow of old times. Soon the tired wanderer fell into a deep sleep. And he was visited by a dream.
The next morning, it was softer raining, gently broke a ray of sunshine through the heavy foliage and fell on the face of the sleeping wanderer. This one first slowly opened an eye and then the other. He couldn't remember dreaming, let alone anything. However, he stood up with surprising resilience and looked straight into the sun. His eyes sparkled, it was not clear what color these were. He had a plan. At first he walked around the old fallen citadel a few times, while he took her into his eyes. Then his decision was made. He would stay here in this quiet deserted environment, but he would redecorate and clean the citadel and build the fortified city around it so that there could be life and beautiful things could be made for those who wanted to see it. Of course he thought that there should also be a king, but he realized that it really had to be found first. For the time being, he appointed himself a builder warrior warrior and began with good courage to the heavy not to underestimate job.
