Mundboras Weald
There are places in the world that do not appear on ordinary maps.
Mundbora’s Weald is one of them.
Deep within the old forest, beyond the paths most travelers ever see, lies a hidden refuge shaped by the land itself. Long ago, when the great bears of the island were disappearing and the wild places of the world were growing smaller, the forest gathered what remained and drew them deep into its oldest groves. There, beneath ancient branches and behind thick hedgerows, it made a place of shelter and safety.
Over time, that hidden refuge became known as Mundbora’s Weald, the Guardian’s Forest.
It is more than woodland. It is a living boundary, a place of memory, protection, and quiet purpose. The forest keeps its own counsel. It does not reveal itself to everyone, and not all who pass nearby will ever know it is there. Paths shift. Hedges thicken. What is hidden remains hidden, unless the land itself decides otherwise.
Within the shelter of the Weald stands Mills Beary Village, a quiet village shaped by work, kindness, and the thread of old magic that runs through the land. The Bear Mill stands at its heart, beside the stream, and for generations the village has been watched over by a single Guardian, chosen not by power or position, but by the forest itself.
Mundbora’s Weald is the place where that calling begins.
It is the forest that raised Duffels Bear. The forest that once whispered to Bobbins. The forest that holds the old ways, the hidden doorways, and the deep-rooted memory of all that came before.
It is also a place of warning as much as wonder. Not every corner of the Weald remains untouched. Some places bear the marks of harm and carelessness, reminders that even in a magical world, what is precious must still be protected.
To those who belong to it, Mundbora’s Weald is not simply a forest.
It is home.
It is a keeper of all that has been.
It is a witness to all that grows.
And in its quiet way, it still watches over the life beneath its branches.