Post by Jostala on Jan 26, 2020 11:21:58 GMT -5
The Queendom of Jostara
The Queendom of Jostara has an old history, shared and told as a fairy tale to every young citizen of the queendom.
The beginnings of this unique queendom were forged three thousand years ago when the first queen fled from her parents. She was nothing but a little girl, searching for the home her parents were never able to give her. She walked for three days and three nights, through the woods, over a mountain and through the valley before she reached her final destination, a small forest clearing. The light shone through the tree crowns on this very special day and she knew she had found a home. Being a girl who knew how to survive, the first queen of Jostara started to build a fort with wood she found in the forest. She collected berries and roots from the forest and caught trout to keep her full, today the dish she cooked is known as "Chakni" a traditional dish eaten on the Jostara national day.
The first queen got accustomed to her new life circumstances. She liked the peacefulness and tranquillity of the forest and spent her time working on her new hut. But as the day passed by, she started to feel lonely and noticed how much she had changed due to her isolation. When she thought back to the days, she had spent with her parents she realized that she started to forget the reasons why she left them. In her memories their smiles looked warmer and their behaviour more lovingly than it had been. So one evening, after she had finished the work of the day and the sun started to set she took a stone and carved the three rules of Jostara on a rock by the riverside.
" Noone shall ever feel alone as long as I am here to protect them"
"Everyone shall find a peaceful home where I reign"
"Violence ought to never be a solution"
As she wrote those sentences, she felt more lonely than she had ever felt before and guilt started nagging at her inner peacefulness. She now had a good home, enough food to feed her, a roof over her head to protect her from all kinds of weather, clear water to drink- but she had never thought about sharing all that. Maybe there had been more children, beaten at home, hungry and alone in her old city that she never bothered to think about before. That night she made a decision. She wanted to go back and take all the children who needed help with her.
And so she travelled back through a valley, over a mountain and through the woods to her old city. She didn't believe her eyes when she found her city empty. The roads were abandoned and so were the houses and marketplaces. She wandered around looking at matte black traces of fire and official buildings that were nothing more but ruins. She knew that there must have been a horrible war. Anger started boiling inside her. She should have known that the people of her old city were greedy and belligerent enough to start a war. She had been so stupid, living in her own little word, thinking about nothing but herself. Shame and anger were all she felt. She let out a desperate cry of wrath and kicked a piece of a broken vase across the street. The noise scared a tiny red and beige fox out of its hiding place.
"Have I hurt you?", the queen asked worried.
The fox turned around and ran away. Ashamed that she could have hurt him out of her own carelessness and captivated by the beauty of its fur, she followed the fox through the labyrinth of streets. In a dead end the fox disappeared behind a locked door. The queen bursted through the door and found herself face to face with a group of young children and elderly people sitting huddled on the dusty floor. Their eyes were wide with fear but the queen knew how to calm them down.
She didn't have to convince them to come with her, they did so gladly. Grateful as they were after being rescued from nearly starving to death, they swore to eachother to follow the queen blindly wherever she went. Having any other leader but a queen was unthinkable to them. They had seen the horrors of a war that had arisen because the people had elected a homicidal warmonger to represent their own insatiable greed.
The newly formed queendom found it's strength through their unity and declared that their official mantra.
To this day the bloodline of queens can be traced back to the first queen brave enough to leave her old home and provide shelter for those in need.
(this text has been translated from the Jostarian language and therefore contains some mistakes, the queen and her office would like to apologize for that)
The Queendom of Jostara has an old history, shared and told as a fairy tale to every young citizen of the queendom.
The beginnings of this unique queendom were forged three thousand years ago when the first queen fled from her parents. She was nothing but a little girl, searching for the home her parents were never able to give her. She walked for three days and three nights, through the woods, over a mountain and through the valley before she reached her final destination, a small forest clearing. The light shone through the tree crowns on this very special day and she knew she had found a home. Being a girl who knew how to survive, the first queen of Jostara started to build a fort with wood she found in the forest. She collected berries and roots from the forest and caught trout to keep her full, today the dish she cooked is known as "Chakni" a traditional dish eaten on the Jostara national day.
The first queen got accustomed to her new life circumstances. She liked the peacefulness and tranquillity of the forest and spent her time working on her new hut. But as the day passed by, she started to feel lonely and noticed how much she had changed due to her isolation. When she thought back to the days, she had spent with her parents she realized that she started to forget the reasons why she left them. In her memories their smiles looked warmer and their behaviour more lovingly than it had been. So one evening, after she had finished the work of the day and the sun started to set she took a stone and carved the three rules of Jostara on a rock by the riverside.
" Noone shall ever feel alone as long as I am here to protect them"
"Everyone shall find a peaceful home where I reign"
"Violence ought to never be a solution"
As she wrote those sentences, she felt more lonely than she had ever felt before and guilt started nagging at her inner peacefulness. She now had a good home, enough food to feed her, a roof over her head to protect her from all kinds of weather, clear water to drink- but she had never thought about sharing all that. Maybe there had been more children, beaten at home, hungry and alone in her old city that she never bothered to think about before. That night she made a decision. She wanted to go back and take all the children who needed help with her.
And so she travelled back through a valley, over a mountain and through the woods to her old city. She didn't believe her eyes when she found her city empty. The roads were abandoned and so were the houses and marketplaces. She wandered around looking at matte black traces of fire and official buildings that were nothing more but ruins. She knew that there must have been a horrible war. Anger started boiling inside her. She should have known that the people of her old city were greedy and belligerent enough to start a war. She had been so stupid, living in her own little word, thinking about nothing but herself. Shame and anger were all she felt. She let out a desperate cry of wrath and kicked a piece of a broken vase across the street. The noise scared a tiny red and beige fox out of its hiding place.
"Have I hurt you?", the queen asked worried.
The fox turned around and ran away. Ashamed that she could have hurt him out of her own carelessness and captivated by the beauty of its fur, she followed the fox through the labyrinth of streets. In a dead end the fox disappeared behind a locked door. The queen bursted through the door and found herself face to face with a group of young children and elderly people sitting huddled on the dusty floor. Their eyes were wide with fear but the queen knew how to calm them down.
She didn't have to convince them to come with her, they did so gladly. Grateful as they were after being rescued from nearly starving to death, they swore to eachother to follow the queen blindly wherever she went. Having any other leader but a queen was unthinkable to them. They had seen the horrors of a war that had arisen because the people had elected a homicidal warmonger to represent their own insatiable greed.
The newly formed queendom found it's strength through their unity and declared that their official mantra.
To this day the bloodline of queens can be traced back to the first queen brave enough to leave her old home and provide shelter for those in need.
(this text has been translated from the Jostarian language and therefore contains some mistakes, the queen and her office would like to apologize for that)