Do you believe in spirits? Kindhearted, or mischievous creatures from another realm, watching over the world and caring for nature?
Well. It doesn’t matter if you believe or not. We’re here, and sometimes we take a more direct approach. This is my journal from one of those times. My name is Ivy, I am a Forest Spirit. A humble farmer, in his dying breath, called upon the spirits, begging for their help. I was sent to answer. Lucky me.
Let me start from the beginning. Well okay, no, if I start at the beginning, we’ll be here long past your pathetic mortal lifespan. The short version? There are a bunch of types of spirits, most of us don’t like each other, and sometimes we’ll help humans out… for a price. This human, who had spent his whole life giving tribute to various spirits, gave all his earthly possessions to us Forest Spirits, and asked for our help. He wanted his farm to succeed, and to raise enough money to help save the struggling town. I can do that, right? I mean, how hard could farming be?