Wartalun: Der Niedergang eines Geschlechts

Afra lies in a sun‑warmed wheat field, the red poppy swaying above her as a lone butterfly drifts by. The recent death of the lord of Wartalun has shattered the certainty that once steadied her family, leaving her to wonder what will become of the lands and privileges her father has long relied upon. In the quiet of that summer afternoon she plucks a flower, its crimson petals staining her dress—a small, vivid reminder of the fragile beauty surrounding her unsettled world.

The looming castle towers loom in the distance, their gray walls a stark contrast to the bright fields, and with them comes the mystery of a new ruler who will not appear until evening. Afra feels a mix of longing and resentment toward this unseen heir, fearing that the wealth and protection she has known may be stripped away without her consent. Her father’s words echo in her mind, urging her to remember the kindness of the late lord while warning of powers that could seize what she holds dear.

As the season turns and the first storms approach, Afra stands at the edge of a crossroads, torn between loyalty to the past and the uncertain promises of the future. The story follows her quiet determination to confront the changes threatening her home, hinting at the choices that will shape her destiny.