At the edge of the forest, there was a small village. About seventy people lived there. The simple wooden houses, though modest, were arranged close to each other in a certain order.
Cut off from the outside world and gradually forgotten over time, most of the people living in this settlement were once cast out by society—criminals, fugitives, or simply the unwanted.
This village, whose name was not even marked on the maps of the kingdoms, had established its own order in a solitude untouched by anyone.
Despite the cold weather, the village was not silent. As the wind howled through the trees, thin smoke rose from the chimneys, and when wooden doors were left ajar, the laughter and voices of children could be heard from within. Blended seamlessly into the heart of nature, life in this village went on by its own rules.
