Lands of forever youth. Or so it seems. Most of the angels that come here, or even live here, are angels that remain in the form of a child forever. The angelic children of these lands enjoy the deep stream and decade-old oaks that have branches splayed perfectly for climbing or even hiding. Jugend is like a valley paradise.

Ever heard of a brooke that holds a haunting sound of whispering? This one does. Located at nearly the end of stream running through Jurgend, and pooling down into the Land of the Begotten, the Whispering Brooke is said to be as haunted as the The Forest, itself. They say that sometimes if you drink from the brooke at the wrong time, you die mysteriously. Just like that: dead as a door nail.

Incidentally, the Whispering Brooke that pours into the Begotten Land first streams into a waterfall that flows almost a hundred foot down. The Land of the Begotten, though, is a dark, mysterious one. Actually; it's more like a foggy marsh with deep waters, and barely any land to stand upon. To venture here be sure you learned to swim well. Just when you think you've reached a land; you fall into a covered pit of mud.