📖Lore

A long time ago, in a small village called Little Feather, the peaceful pigeons lived in peace and harmony. Everyone was a friend and everyday was like a dream. They would eat, laugh, drink and dance. It was their own little heaven.

Then He showed up and drowned the world in war and chaos! A mad man, so evil and corrupt. He calls himself The Bad Man. He is a powerful sorcerer and commands an army of demons with his evil magic. He searches for a place of legend. A mystical Island with creatures that possess unfathomable power. Bad Man wants to use that power to destroy everything and everyone.

With nowhere else to go, the pigeons flew as far away from their land as they could in hopes of escaping inevitable doom. After travelling for days across unknown oceans, they found themselves in front of a massive storm unlike anything they had ever seen before. Waves as high as clouds. Clouds that touched the heavens, filled with lightning and thunder. Winds of immense force swirling with rocks and sand. It looked incredibly dangerous! Tired and afraid, the pigeons had no choice. They had to brave the storm.

Sadly, many lives were lost attempting to cross the harsh conditions, but those who made it through were completely unharmed. It was as if the storm let them pass. Only 2333 pigeons made it through, where they discovered what seemed to be a hidden paradise. Completely surrounded by the powerful, perpetual storm system was the most beautiful island! The sand sparkled like gold. The plants lush and green. The air, so fresh. In the center of the island stood the largest tree the pigeons had ever seen. It was taller than the mountains surrounding it. Covered in flowers and leaves of every colour. Radiating waves of light. This was no ordinary tree. It looked like magic.

The pigeons were hopeful for the first time in a long time. Maybe The Bad Man won't find them here. Maybe they are finally safe. Excited to explore this new land, but exhausted from days of travel, they took shelter in a nearby cave on the beach and got some well needed rest. From the beach, the storm somehow looked less dangerous and more beautiful. The night was peaceful. This was indeed a strange place, yet the pigeons felt like they were finally home.

After a good nights sleep, the pigeons woke up to a gorgeous day! The warm sun and island breeze were a perfect combination. This place seemed too good to be real. Everyone was desperate to explore the island and hopefully find some food. They made their way through the lush plantation. The island was covered in beautiful plants they had never seen. So many plants. Trees and bushes of all colours and sizes. An ocean of leaves and flowers. Eventually they came across a hill with bushes full of fruit. The seeds from this strange fruit were delectable. The pigeons ate until they couldn't anymore.

Well rested and well nourished, they decided to keep exploring the island. Making their way towards the large, magical tree. They discovered an abandoned village. Walls, houses and huge temples made of stone and marble. The structures looked ancient, as if they had been there forever. The pigeons were suddenly nervous. What if they were in danger? As they made their way closer to the giant tree, they started hearing sounds from deep within the forest. It sounded like music. The closer they got, the more distinctive the sounds were. Loud drum beats. Beautiful melodies from string instruments. It was definitely music and the pigeons love music. As nervous as they were, they had to see where it was coming from.