Anshalyn - Queen of the four worlds E-Book

Elias J. Connor

• Herausgeber: FINN Books Edition FireFly
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Little Anshalyn Nescoa is born in the middle of a merciless war between the four worlds of Norkamp, ​​Sudland, Offenier and Mauies. As the child of a poor wandering family hiding in the vast, remote fields of Sudland, she is said to have legendary powers. Her parents hide her because they suspect that Anshalyn's powers will attract the dark warriors of Norkamp and subjugate their village. When Anshalyn reaches the age of eighteen, however, a stranger approaches her and tells her that she is a magical elf and that only she can end the war. When Anshalyn's father dies, she accepts the challenge - against her mother's wishes - and goes to war with the mission of bringing peace to Sudland. She is supported by the little dragon Skilas and her friend Askandar, whom she meets on her journey. But the demons are already on her trail, and Anshalyn doesn't know how much danger she is putting herself in... The first high fantasy novel by Elias J. Connor takes the reader into a world full of fantasy, magic, love, heroic action and adventure.

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Elias J. Connor

Anshalyn - Queen of the four worlds

Inhaltsverzeichnis

Dedication

Prologue - Eternal Ice

Chapter 1 - The lonely village in Sudland

Chapter 2 - Secret powers

Chapter 3 - The hideout

Chapter 4 - Father's death

Chapter 5 - Deities

Chapter 6 - Skilas

Chapter 7 - Exile from the village

Chapter 8 - The warriors of Norkamp

Chapter 9 - The abduction

Chapter 10 - Askandar

Chapter 11 - When enemies fall in love

Chapter 12 - The old wise man

Chapter 13 - The battle at sea

Chapter 14 - The search begins

Chapter 15 - Spell against spell

Chapter 16 - The crow

Chapter 17 - The way to the castle

Chapter 18 - The prince who isn't one

Chapter 19 - The last village

Chapter 20 - Encounter with the robbers

Chapter 21 - The haunted castle

Chapter 22 - Dragon death

Chapter 23 - Simmer's return

Chapter 24 - The final battle

Chapter 25 - Back in Rosenheim

About the author Elias J. Connor

Impressum

Dedication

For Jana.

My muse, my fiancée, my ally.

Your dreams breathe life into my books.

Thank you for taking me into your world.

Prologue - Eternal Ice

In the icy cold of the north lies a seemingly endless, snow-covered wasteland of ice, far from any civilization or human settlement. The landscape seems to stretch to the horizon, where the sky and the land merge into a white infinity. It is a world of silence, interrupted only by the soft crunch of snow underfoot and the occasional howl of the icy wind sweeping across the frozen plain.

The only thing that breaks this lonely landscape are the isolated rock formations that rise out of the snow like lonely sentinels in the cold. Their contours are marked by years of weather, their surfaces covered in a thin layer of ice that glitters in the sunlight as if they were set with diamonds. Here and there a few sparse bushes protrude from the snow, their spindly branches stretched into the air like crippled fingers.

The air is so cold that it takes your breath away, and the wind bites into your skin like a thousand tiny needles. But despite the merciless cold, the landscape radiates a beauty of its own, a majestic solitude that captivates the viewer.

The sun hangs low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the snow-covered plain. The sky is a deep blue that looks almost black, and only occasionally do a few white clouds dart past, moving along the sky like delicate tufts of feathers.

In this hostile environment, the few creatures that exist here fight for their survival every day. Small rodents scurry through the snow in search of food, their furry bodies barely visible against the blinding white. Birds of prey circle high in the sky in search of prey, their sharp eyes always fixed on the ground, ready to strike at any moment.

For humans, survival in this inhospitable landscape would be an enormous challenge. But there are those who venture here anyway, whether out of a thirst for adventure or in search of solitude and silence. Lonely hikers trek through the icy wasteland, their breath steaming with cold as they make their way through the snow. Their footprints are soon erased by the wind, and they leave barely a trace of their existence in this endless expanse.

Yet even in this solitude there are moments of indescribable beauty. When the sun rises or sets over the horizon, it colors the sky and the landscape a soft pink that lies over the snow like a gentle veil. The ice desert awakens to a brief moment of life when the light penetrates the cold and bathes the world in warm colors.

But these moments are rare and fleeting, and soon the cold returns, wrapping the landscape in its icy embrace once again. The solitude of the ice desert remains untouched, a timeless realm of snow and ice that silently and relentlessly insists on its own laws. And so it will remain, far from the hustle and bustle of civilization, a place of silence and untouched beauty, open only to the bravest and most determined.

The icy cold envelops her like an impenetrable wall as she bravely walks through the endless icy desert. Every breath cuts through the air like a knife, but the young woman is not intimidated by the merciless surroundings. Her gaze is fixed on the goal, a distant point on the horizon that promises hope.

Thick layers of fur and skin protect her from the biting cold, but her limbs are still stiff from exertion and exhaustion. But she can't give up, not now. Every step brings her closer to her goal, and she is determined to follow the path to the end.

But suddenly the clear blue sky darkens and threatening clouds gather, like a threatening omen on the horizon. An icy wind begins to howl and whips the snow around, shaping it into swirling columns that obscure the view.

The young woman does not hesitate. She knows that she must hurry before the snowstorm catches up with her. With firm determination, she continues on her way, bravely fighting her way through the raging storm that threatens to engulf her.

But then, out of nowhere, a sinister figure appears behind her, like a shadow emerging from the cold. A fighter, dark and menacing, with an aura of evil around him. He sneaks up on her silently, his figure almost blurring into the swirling snowscape.

Sensing the impending danger, the young woman whirls around, ready to defend herself. But before she can react, the fighter is on top of her, his icy hands grabbing her roughly and pulling her to the ground. The impact is hard, the breath is forced from her lungs as the snow swirls around her.

But she is not powerless. With a cry of determination, she pushes the attacker away, fighting desperately against his ice-cold grip.

Her strength may be waning, but her will is indomitable and she refuses to give up.

The grim fighter draws his sword, a glittering piece of steel that sparkles in the light of the storm. He swings it at her with deadly precision, but the young woman dodges deftly, her movements fluid as water.

In a desperate act of defense, she grabs the attacker's sword, her fingers closing tightly around the cold steel. With a powerful tug, she rips it away from him, and suddenly the power is in her hands.

A fierce duel ensues between the two, a dance of steel and snow as the storm rages around them. The young woman fights like a lioness, her movements quick and precise, her eyes shining with determination.

But the dark fighter is an experienced opponent and he doesn't give up easily. He fights against the young woman with every fiber of his being, but her determination is stronger than his darkness.

In a last desperate attack, the attacker rushes towards her, ready to deliver the final blow. But the young woman is faster. With a skillful lunge, she evades his attack and in one fluid swing she cuts through his defenses.

The attacker's sword flies through the air, a glittering arc of steel, before landing with a thud in the snow. The grim fighter staggers backwards, a look of horror on his face, before collapsing, defeated at the young woman's hand. He lies there motionless, closes his eyes with the last of his strength, and then dies.

Exhausted, the young woman sinks to her knees, her breath coming in quick gases as the storm rages around her. But her victory is short-lived, for she knows she has no time to lose.

She stands up with shaking hands, clutching the attacker's sword tightly. It is a heavy weight on her belt, but she wears it with pride, knowing that through her determination and willpower she has overcome whatever fate throws at her.

And so the young woman, driven by determination and willpower, continues her lonely journey through the endless icy desert. In her heart she carries the victory over the darkness, and nothing can break her courage as she strives unwaveringly towards her goal.

Chapter 1 - The lonely village in Sudland

The sun shines brightly in the sky. At midday it is very, very warm in the vast plains of Southland. The few trees in the fields covered with flowers and soft, green grass provide little shade. So you are completely at the mercy of the heat.

The long, winding road that separates the fields from each other runs like a winding river through the sea of plants, flowers and exotic plants. Now and then you hear a bird singing and every now and then a kite flies high above the plain. A fragrant, tropical scent hangs in the air and tickles your nose gently every now and then.

In the midst of the splendor of the landscape, a small carriage drawn by a white horse drives alone. Step by step, the stallion walks obediently behind a man in a white cloak. His gaze is lowered towards the ground.

A woman is sitting on the carriage, apparently just as exhausted as the man and the horse. She is reading a book in her hands.

After a while the woman puts the book down and looks up.

"It will be too difficult for Maluv to go any further," she says in a panting voice. "Let's find a place to stay."

"Maluv can still go far," the man replies, patting the horse on the chest. "Can't you, my friend?"

The horse neighs exhaustedly. It lowers its head even further.

"Falun, we have been travelling non-stop for days. It is time for us to take a rest and find somewhere to stay for the night."

The man hears the woman's voice, but he does not react.

“Falun?” the woman asks him for a reaction.

The horse then stops. The man turns around.

“Maluv, what’s wrong?” the man asks the horse.

"I'll tell you what's going on," says the woman. "Maluv is exhausted. Just like you and me. We need to find a place to stay."

"But it's too dangerous, Ellen," the man counters. "They can still find us. We're not safe yet."

The young woman pushes her long, dark blonde hair to the side. Now you can clearly see that her stomach - normally the stomach of a well-shaped, slim body - has a typical bulge. The simple, brown-green dress that the woman is wearing, however, skilfully conceals this.

"I know it's dangerous," she replies. "But we can't do this anymore."

"Ellen," the man says. "You are heavily pregnant. I don't want to risk Norkamp's troops finding us and taking our child away from us. We need to find a place that is safe enough before you give birth to our baby."

Sudland – a fascinating country nestled in a picturesque area where time seems to stand still and life flows in harmony with nature.

The hills of Sudland stretch gently across the land, covered with lush green meadows that shine golden in the light of the rising sun. Small streams meander through the valleys, lined with fragrant flowers and exotic plants whose names are unknown even to the locals. The air is filled with a sweet scent carried by the blossoms of the mysterious trees that populate the land.

Amidst this idyllic landscape, majestic dragons soar in the sky. With their scaly bodies shimmering in the sunlight and their powerful wings cutting through the wind, they have long fascinated the people of Southland. Their call often echoes through the air, a majestic echo that fills the land with life and fills the hearts of men with awe.

The villages of Sudland are like something out of a fairy tale, with their colourful houses and cobbled streets winding through the picturesque landscapes. The residents are known for their hospitality and warm way of welcoming strangers. The cosy inns tell stories of past adventures and magical encounters that have shaped the land.

But the true beauty of Sudland lies in its untouched nature. The dense forests and majestic mountains hide countless secrets and wonders. Glittering waterfalls cascade down the rocks while hidden caves wait to be explored. Every day is a new discovery and the people of Sudland live in harmony with nature and the fantastic creatures that inhabit it.

Thus, Sudland remains a place of magic and adventure, embedded in the beauty of its picturesque landscape and surrounded by the mysticism of its unfathomable secrets.

The carriage of Falun Nescoa and his wife Ellen rolls wearily through the dusty streets of the small village, which is illuminated by a soft evening light. A golden veil falls over the stone and half-timbered houses as the shadows slowly lengthen.

The smell of freshly baked bread wafts over the rooftops, coming from the villagers’ small bakeries.

The carriage slowly passes a farm on the edge of the village. Falun guides the stallion Maluv, who pulls the carriage forward with calm strength, towards the farm. Ellen leans on it, exhausted, her eyes full of longing for a safe place where they can find rest.

The farmer, an old, dignified man, steps out of the house and looks at the two strangers with mild interest. His gaze rests on Ellen, whose heavily pregnant figure is clearly visible, and he immediately recognizes her plight.

“Can I help you?” the farmer asks in a friendly voice as Falun stops the carriage in front of the farm.

Falun gets out of the carriage and approaches the farmer.

"Good evening, sir. We are looking for a place to stay for a while. Our journey has been long and my wife desperately needs rest."

The farmer looks at the two hikers skeptically. His gaze is inviting, but cautious at the same time.

“Where are you from?” he asks in a calm voice that does not, however, hide the croak of his age.

Falun helps his wife out of the carriage and puts his arm around her. His eyes are searching for help, almost desperate, but he tries not to let it show.

"We are hikers," he says. "We have been on the road for weeks, maybe even months."

"Well," says the old farmer, "I think you are on the run, am I right?"

As if he felt caught, Falun nods remorsefully.

"All the people here in Sudland are on the run," confirms the farmer. "Everyone here in this village is a fugitive, always on guard against the great danger from the north."

"I know the danger," says Falun. "But my wife is heavily pregnant. She will soon give birth to our child. Please let us stay here for a while. We also promise that we will not attract attention and will be very quiet."

The farmer nods understandingly.

"I understand," he says kindly. "Come in, I have a cabin on my property that I can put at your disposal."

Gratefully, Falun and Ellen follow the farmer into the yard. The hut is small, a bit run down, but clean and cozy. A fire burns in the fireplace and the warm glow illuminates the room.

“Thank you very much, sir,” says Falun with relief. “We are very grateful for your hospitality.”

The farmer smiles.

"It is an honor to help you. But be careful. The Southland is no longer safe. The warriors of Norkamp have already subjugated large parts of the country, and it is only a matter of time before they come here too."

Falun nods seriously.

"We are aware of the danger, but we have no other choice. We cannot continue on this path."

The farmer nods understandingly.

"I understand," he says. "Rest while you can. I will warn you when the warriors come closer."

With a grateful smile, Falun sits down next to Ellen on the rustic bed in the hut. It is getting dark outside and the sounds of the village are gradually fading. But for a moment they feel safe, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the farmer's hospitality.

The harsh afternoon breeze sweeps across the barren land after Falun and Ellen have been at their new home for a few days, carrying with it the smell of devastation and fear. Falun and Ellen have hidden themselves away from the destructive claws of the Norkamp. The wooden beams of the building creak in the wind as the two gather their strength and prepare for the next step.

The news from the rest of the Southland is grim. Almost the entire country is already in the hands of the feared Norkamp troops. Villages are burned down, cities looted and the inhabitants oppressed. The war between the four worlds Norkamp, Southland, Mauies and Offenier has been raging for years, a constant battle for freedom and survival. But there seems to be little that can be done against the power of the Norkamp.

Legends say that the warriors of Norkamp have dark allies, demons that aid them in their quest for dominance. These stories give the enemy an aura of doom that makes even the bravest shudder. But Falun and Ellen have no time to dwell on myths. They are on the run, like so many others, looking for a place of safety.

The farmhouse where they hide is their temporary refuge, a place of calm amidst the chaos. The walls are marked by years of decay, the thatched roof threatens to collapse with every gust of wind, but at least it offers protection from the gaze of their enemies. In the corner of the only room stands an old table, its surface marked by nicks and burn marks. A few chairs stand around it, crooked and wobbly, but still better than the hard floor.

Falun stares out the dirty window, his eyes fixed on the endless expanse that stretches out before them. The sun is low on the horizon, a blood-red ball slowly disappearing behind the hills. The world seems deserted, as if it is enveloped in a dark veil that suffocates all life.

Ellen sits on one of the chairs, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Her gaze is distant, as if she were in another world in her thoughts. She has tied her long blonde hair into a loose braid, but a few strands have come loose and are falling into her face. Despite the strain of the escape, she radiates an inner strength that Falun admires.

"What do you think, Ellen?" Falun asks quietly, without taking his eyes off the landscape. He senses the tension in the air, the uncertainty about their future.

Ellen sighs and takes a sip of tea before answering.

"I think we should be thankful that we are safe here, at least for now. But I wonder how long that will last. Norkamp's troops are everywhere, and it seems like they have eyes and ears in every corner of the country."

Falun nods thoughtfully. They both know that they cannot stay in this abandoned farmhouse forever. Sooner or later, Norkamp's troops will find them, and then it will be over. They must make a plan, find a way to escape the horrors that haunt their land.

"I've heard there's a resistance in the north," Falun finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "A group of brave men rising up against the tyranny of the Norkamp. Maybe we should join them, fight for what we believe in."

Ellen looks at him thoughtfully, her green eyes shining in the pale light of the setting sun.

"It might be our only chance, Falun. But the road will be dangerous, and we don't know if we can trust them. And I'm giving birth to my child any moment. Who says we can protect it? We have to be careful."

Falun nods in agreement. They have already suffered enough losses to know that they cannot risk any more. But at the same time, they have a burning desire for freedom, for a life without fear and oppression. They would do anything to achieve this goal, whatever the cost.

Night falls, and with it the cold creeps into the old farmhouse. Falun and Ellen pull themselves closer together to keep each other warm as they talk about their plans. They know that time is running out, that they will soon have to decide which path they will take. But for now, they are here, together, and that is all that matters.

The stars shine in the dark sky, twinkling points of light in a world full of darkness and despair. But even in the darkness, Falun and Ellen find hope, a flame that burns in their hearts and drives them on, ever on, toward a new day.

The sun is high in the sky and its golden rays bathe the rolling hills around the village in a warm light. Falun stands at the edge of the field, one hand on the fence as he lets his gaze wander over the vast landscape. In front of him, the white stallion Maluv grazes in the lush paddock that stretches out right next to the village.

"Maluv, my friend," Falun says in a quiet voice to his horse. "I know this is a difficult time. But one day we will be able to sleep peacefully again."

The horse neighs briefly, looks at Falun with its pitch-black eyes and nods imperceptibly, as if it has understood its master's words.

“Don’t give up hope, Maluv,” Falun says to his horse.

Undeterred, Maluv continues to graze in the paddock while Falun looks for a place on a bench not far away. He sits down thoughtfully. He shakes the mud off his shoes and then leans back.

The scene seems idyllic, as if the world were at peace for a moment. But for Falun, this moment of calm is short-lived.

A sudden shout pierces the silence of the landscape and Falun turns around, his heart rate increasing.

"She is coming!"

The man's words hit him like a bolt of lightning, and before he can fully comprehend it, he and the other man are hurrying back to the village, his mind racing as he tries to prepare himself for what is to come.

When they finally reach her house, Falun pushes through the door and finds himself in a sea of haste and tension. Ellen is in the depths of labor, her face contorted with pain but still radiant with determination. Falun rushes to her side, his hand shaking slightly as he takes hers. Her grip is firm, and he feels the heat of her body as he looks at her sympathetically.

"Ellen, I'm here," he whispers to his wife. "Everything will be fine."

Time stretches as Ellen endures each contraction with brave determination. Falun stands by her side, feeling simultaneously helpless and determined to help her in this moment of need. He gently strokes her forehead, wiping the sweat from her skin, trying to comfort her, even though he knows his words can hardly ease the pain she is going through.

And then, finally, a scream breaks the silence of the room. It is a scream that announces both pain and joy, a scream that announces the end of a long journey and the beginning of a new era. Falun and Ellen look at each other, their eyes filled with tears, but also with happiness and relief.

“It’s a miracle come true,” Ellen breathes in a soft voice as her body calms down again.

Falun puts a blanket over her and gently strokes her forehead. He is unable to utter a word in this moment of happiness as those small, curious eyes look at him and his wife.

In their arms they hold their newborn child, a little girl who greets the world with a rosy complexion and tiny fingers. Falun feels a wave of love and gratitude flooding his heart as he looks at the little being who has changed their lives forever.

"Anshalyn," Ellen whispers softly, and Falun smiles as he holds the name in his heart. It is a name full of meaning, a name that carries the promise of a bright future.

The world may be full of challenges and life may not always be easy, but in that moment, holding their child in their arms, Falun and Ellen feel invincible. Together they will overcome any obstacle, knowing that their love is stronger than anything else in this world. And so begins their adventure as a family, with Anshalyn as the shining center, lighting up their lives forever.

In a remote Southland village, the miracle of life is celebrated as Anshalyn Nescoa enters the world. The villagers flock to welcome the arrival of the newborn girl, and the atmosphere is filled with a deep sense of joy and happiness.

Anshalyn's parents hold their daughter in their arms full of pride and love. Their eyes reflect the fullness of life and their hearts are filled with gratitude for the gift they have been given. In this moment, all the worries and fears that have plagued them seem to be forgotten. There is only them and their little girl, who is now the center of their world.

For Falun, the proud father, the birth of his daughter is a moment of infinite significance. As he looks into his daughter's innocent eyes, he feels a deep obligation to protect and care for her. A vow forms in his heart as he gently rocks his daughter - a vow that says he will do anything to protect Anshalyn from any harm.

The dangers lurking outside are real and ever-present. The Norkamp and its brutal warriors are a constant threat to the village and its inhabitants. And then there are the dark forces of the demons, who are rumored to be in league with the Norkamp.

But Falun is determined that neither the Norkamp nor its dark allies will ever come close to Anshalyn. He will do everything in his power to protect her from all harm.

So he vows to be a constant guardian of his daughter's life. He promises to protect her from all dangers as long as he breathes and his heart beats. For Falun, there is no greater task, no deeper love than the one he feels for his little girl.

Chapter 2 - Secret powers

Southland is a vast land that stretches across endless fields and picturesque valleys. The landscape is characterized by rolling hills and vast plains, bordered by majestic mountains in the distance. Small villages are scattered throughout the land, each with its own unique character and charm. The villages are often connected by winding paths and small rivers that flow through the fields and forests.

One of these villages, nestled in a wide plain of a valley, is called Rosenheim. Rosenheim is an idyllic village, surrounded by fertile fields and flowering meadows. The villagers live in small, cozy houses with thatched roofs and brightly painted shutters. In the center of the village stands an old church with a bell tower that rises far above the roofs of the other houses. Every morning the bells ring, announcing the beginning of a new day.

Rosenheim is permeated with a calm, peaceful atmosphere. The streets are lined with flowerbeds and old trees whose leaves provide shade in summer. The villagers are friendly and welcoming and it is common for neighbours to meet for a chat in the small market square, where fresh produce from the surrounding farms is sold every Saturday.

On the outskirts of the village runs a clear stream, the water coming from the mountains and flowing across the plain towards a larger river in the valley. Wild flowers grow on its banks and it is a popular place for the village children, who play there in the summer and bathe in the cool water.

The fields around Rosenheim are well tended all year round. In spring and summer they are in full bloom and the air is filled with the scent of flowers and the buzzing of bees. In autumn the fields are aglow with gold and red tones as the harvest season begins. Villagers work together to gather the fruits of their labour and in the evenings there are often festivals where music is played and traditional dances are performed.

Rosenheim is a place where time seems to stand still and the simple pleasures in life are still highly valued. Here, in the middle of the wide plain of the valley, people find peace and security, embedded in the beautiful nature of Sudland.

Anshalyn, a bright 7-year-old girl, dances barefoot across the fields, her dress swinging to the beat of her stride. The grass tickles her feet and the wind plays with her long, golden hair. She laughs as she discovers the small stream and flops in. The cool water splashes. The mud smears her legs and arms, but she doesn't mind. Anshalyn enjoys the freedom that this day offers her. It is a perfect summer day in the wide valley where the small village she calls home lies.

As the sun rises and the heat increases, Anshalyn feels increasingly sticky and dirty. She decides to go to the well that stands at the edge of the fields. The old stone structure seems like it's from another time. The water bubbles clear and cool from the tap. She opens the tap and the water rushes out, refreshing and clear. Anshalyn strips naked and stands under it, letting the water run over her face and body, washing off the mud. She giggles as the cold water runs down her neck.

When she is clean, she turns off the tap and shakes herself like a little dog to get rid of the water. She pushes the hair out of her face, ties a towel around herself and notices movement out of the corner of her eye. A boy is standing at the edge of the field, watching her. He is about her age, with dark hair and big, curious eyes.

Anshalyn waves to him.

“Hello! Come here,” she calls happily.

The boy hesitates for a moment, but then he steps closer.

“Hello,” he says shyly, digging his hands into his pockets.

“I am Anshalyn. Who are you?” she asks, smiling.

"My name is Juno," the boy replies, looking embarrassed at the ground. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it seem like I was watching you or following you."

Anshalyn smiles shyly as she gets dressed again.

“Are you following me?” she asks kindly.

Juno shakes her head.

"It's just... you've never spoken since you moved here. I wanted to find out if you could talk."

Anshalyn laughs briefly, then looks into Juno's dark eyes.

"Of course I can speak," she tells him. "I just don't do it often. My parents don't like it when I talk to strangers."

“I understand,” says Juno, nodding her head.

“Do you want to play with me, Juno?” Anshalyn asks, against every rule that has been set for her.

Juno nods slowly.

"Yes, of course." Juno's look is admiring and fearful at the same time. He seems to be a very shy boy, but he cannot resist his curiosity about the mysterious girl.

“Okay, come with me then,” Anshalyn invites him.

Anshalyn takes his hand and gently pulls him toward her house, which is located some distance away on a remote farm complex.

"We just have to avoid my parents," she whispers conspiratorially. "They are very cautious."

Juno looks around as they enter the big, old house. It is pleasantly cool inside. Anshalyn leads him into her room, which is full of toys and books. The walls are covered with colorful pictures that she painted herself.

“This is my kingdom,” she proudly proclaims.

Juno sits on the carpet and looks around.

"It's very beautiful here."

"Thank you," says Anshalyn and starts looking for something in a box. She finally pulls out an old dollhouse. "Do you want to play with it?"

Juno nods and together they start to set up the puppets and make up stories. While they are playing, Juno suddenly asks: "Why do you live here so isolated?"

Anshalyn stops in her tracks and looks at him.

“Shall I tell you a secret?” she asks quietly.

Juno nods gently.

"My parents say I have a strange gift," she begins hesitantly. "They think I have magical abilities."

Juno frowns.

"Magical? How?"

Anshalyn shrugs.

"I don't know exactly. They say I can do things other kids can't, but I've never noticed it."

“What kind of things?” Juno asks curiously.

Anshalyn looks thoughtfully out the window.

"Sometimes, when I'm angry or sad, strange things happen around me. Once a window broke without anyone touching it. Another time a door opened by itself," Anshalyn explains quietly.

Juno stares at her with wide eyes.

“That really sounds magical!”

Anshalyn sighs.

"Maybe. But I never did it consciously. My parents think it could be dangerous if other people found out. That's why we live so hidden here."

Juno nods slowly as he takes in her words.

“I think it’s exciting and also a little scary,” he finally says.

Anshalyn smiles weakly.

"Yes, it is. But out here, far away from the others, I feel safe."

“Aren’t you afraid that at some point you won’t be able to control your powers?” asks Juno.

"Sometimes," Anshalyn admits. "But my parents help me stay calm and concentrate. Maybe one day I'll learn."

“I’m sure you’ll make it,” Juno says encouragingly.

Anshalyn's eyes fall on a doll lying on the floor that belongs to the dollhouse.

“Look,” she says mysteriously to Juno.

Anshalyn fixes her eyes on the doll – and suddenly, as if by magic, it floats up, directly into her hand.

“Wow,” Juno exclaims.

"My parents told me not to do it in public," Anshalyn confirms. "Nobody should know."

“I won’t tell anyone,” Juno replies immediately.

"Thank you, Juno," Anshalyn replies, smiling at him. "It's nice to have a friend who understands that."

"We're sure to have a lot of fun together," says Juno, picking up a doll. "Let's keep playing."

The two children immerse themselves in their game again, their worries and fears forgotten for the moment. In this small, hidden world, they are simply two children who have become friends.

A middle-aged man stands in a gently rolling field near the village early one morning. His white horse, a majestic animal with a shiny coat, stands quietly beside him, snorting occasionally in the cool morning air. The man is wearing simple but sturdy clothing that has survived many years of working in the fields. His hands, rough from work, lead the horse slowly along the irrigation canals while the light of the rising sun bathes the field in a warm, golden glow.

He takes the wooden bucket attached to a long stick and begins to scoop water from a small pond at the edge of the field. With practiced movements, he distributes the water evenly over the thirsty rows of plants. The water splashes quietly into the furrows and meanders through the labyrinth of small ditches that he has carefully dug. While his hands do the work in a routine manner, his thoughts wander far away.

He thinks about the years he spent in this field and the many springs and summers he saw here. He remembers his youth, when he still did this work with his father, far away from here. He thinks about the times when this world was still peaceful and the four great countries were not yet enemies. A smile crosses his face as he thinks about the stories his father told him back then. Stories of harsh winters, but also of rich harvests and festive village markets.

For seven years now, he has been hiding with his wife and little daughter in this picturesque place in the south of the country, still untouched by war. But fear is always with him, every day, every hour. It would be hard to imagine if the warriors of Norkamp were to find him and his family here.

The horse that he has had by his side for many years seems to share his thoughts. It follows him faithfully, step by step, and every now and then he strokes its soft mane soothingly. The two are a well-rehearsed team, their movements harmonize perfectly with each other. The man speaks quietly to the animal, tells it about his plans and hopes. Even if the horse doesn't answer, he knows that it understands him.

The day progresses, the sun rises higher and the heat increases. He allows himself a short break, takes a sip of water from his canteen and enjoys the view of his field. The plants are strong and green, a promise of a good harvest. A feeling of satisfaction flows through him. Despite the hard work, he loves this life, the connection to nature and the peace it brings him.

In the distance, he hears the village bells ringing. It is a familiar sound that tells him the time without having to look at a clock. He knows it will soon be noon and his thoughts turn to his family. Soon he will return home to enjoy the simple but nutritious meal his wife has prepared. But for now, he focuses on work again because the plants still need more water.

The wind blows gently across the field, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers. It is a peaceful morning, and as the man continues to work, he feels a deep connection to this earth that he knows so well and that means so much to him. His white horse at his side is more than just a helper, it is a friend, a loyal companion throughout the years.

So he continues to irrigate the fields near the village, immersed in his work, while his thoughts wander and give him a feeling of peace and fulfillment.

The sun is high in the sky as Ellen approaches the fields where Falun is working. The hot wind blows through the tall stalks of grain, making them dance like golden waves in an endless ocean. Falun raises his head when he sees her silhouette at the edge of the field. His heart clenches when he sees the look on her face. Ellen is out of breath, her forehead creased with worry.

“Falun,” she calls, her voice trembling with fear.

Falun puts his scythe aside and hurries towards her.

"Ellen, what's wrong?" he asks, although he already knows the answer. Her look gives it all away.

"It's Anshalyn. I haven't seen her since this morning. I'm so worried," Ellen says, wringing her hands anxiously.

Falun's face hardens. "We told her not to go out alone! It's far too dangerous."

Ellen nods desperately.

"I know, but she's gone. She could be anywhere."

Falun runs a hand through his sweaty hair. The warriors of Norkamp have been on their heels since Anshalyn was born, knowing that the little girl carries powerful powers within her. Powers that she does not yet fully understand and that, in the wrong hands, could cause great harm.

"We must not allow anyone to find out about their powers," says Falun quietly but firmly. "If the warriors of Norkamp get wind of this, they will do everything they can to misuse these powers for their own ends."

Ellen nods, her eyes full of tears.

"I know, Falun. But she is only seven years old. She does not understand the dangers yet. We must find her before something terrible happens."

Falun looks at his wife, her pain reflected in his own eyes.

"I'll look for her. You go home and wait there. Maybe she'll come back."

Ellen hesitates, then hugs him tightly.

“Be careful,” she whispers.

Falun nods and breaks away from the embrace. He takes his scythe, which he could use as a weapon, and begins to search the fields. The tall ears of corn rustle around him as if whispering secrets to him. But all he hears is the pounding of his own heart and the constant fear for his daughter.

He searches the grain fields thoroughly, looking behind every bush and under every stone. But Anshalyn remains missing. Falun feels the panic growing within him. What if she has been captured by the warriors of Norkamp? What if she is already on her way to the dark fortresses of her enemies?

He enters the rapeseed field, the yellow flowers shimmering in the sunlight. He calls her name, over and over, but the echo is his only answer. Worry about his daughter drives him on, ever further, until he finally reaches the edge of the nearby forest. The forest is dense and dark, a menacing silence lies over him.

Falun enters, the trees cast long shadows on the forest floor.

"Anshalyn!" he calls, his voice echoing through the trees. But he hears no answer. He walks deeper into the forest, watching every movement carefully. The silence is almost unbearable, and his heart beats faster at every unexpected noise.

Suddenly he hears a quiet sob. His heart skips a beat.

“Anshalyn?” he calls again, and this time he is answered with a weak “Papa?”

He runs in the direction of the voice and finds Anshalyn sitting under a tree, her eyes red and puffy from crying, clutching a small stuffed animal.

“Daddy!” she calls and jumps up when she sees him.

Falun falls to his knees and takes her in his arms.

"Anshalyn, where were you? We were so worried!"

"I'm sorry, Dad," she sobs. "I was just chasing the butterflies. I didn't realize how far I had gone."

Falun strokes her hair and sighs with relief.

"It's okay, my love. But you must never go that far away again, you hear? It's dangerous."

Anshalyn nods eagerly, the tears drying in her eyes.

"I promise, Dad."

Falun picks her up and carries her out of the forest.

“We’re going home, Mom is waiting for us,” he says, and Anshalyn lays her head on his shoulder.

When they reach the edge of the forest, they see Ellen running towards them.

“Anshalyn!” she calls and runs towards her.

Falun puts Anshalyn down and she runs into her mother's arms.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Anshalyn says quietly.

Ellen hugs her tightly and kisses her hair.

"The main thing is that you're back. We love you so much."

Falun puts an arm around both of them and leads them back. The danger is not over yet, but for this moment they are together and safe. The knowledge of Anshalyn's powers remains their well-kept secret, and they will do anything to protect her.

Together they walk through the golden fields towards the evening sun, and a spark of hope flickers in their hearts.

On another day, in a dense part of the forest where the light timidly wends its way through the leaves, Juno wanders around searching. His voice sounds a little hoarse as he calls out, "Anshalyn? Are you here? Where are you?"

The sounds of the forest answer him with a gentle rustling and the occasional chirping of birds. Juno stops and looks around, his eyes searching every tree trunk, every clearing. It is unusually quiet, and his heart begins to beat faster. He and Anshalyn had always met here to play and have adventures. But for several weeks now, she has disappeared without a word.

Suddenly, from the shadows of the trees, a tame young she-wolf steps out. Her eyes meet Juno's, and for a moment he stands frozen. The she-wolf moves slowly towards him, her fur gleaming in the weak forest sun.

"Hey, little one," Juno whispers gently and leans forward slightly to get a better look at the wolf. He carefully extends a hand. The wolf doesn't seem to be afraid because she comes closer and lets Juno gently stroke her. "Where are you from?"

Suddenly something unexpected happens. The wolf begins to transform, her form blurs and becomes fluid. Juno takes a step back, full of surprise and fascination, when a girl of the same age stands in front of him. It is Anshalyn.

“Anshalyn?” Juno whispers, his eyes wide.

Anshalyn smiles shyly and nods.

"Hello, Juno."

Juno can hardly believe what he sees.

"That was you all along? The wolf?"

Anshalyn nods again.

“Yes, I can transform.”

"This is incredible!" exclaims Juno, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Since when can you do that?"

“For a few weeks,” explains Anshalyn. “I’ve been practicing it secretly.”

Juno can only be amazed.

"Show me more!"

Anshalyn smiles and closes her eyes for a moment. She raises her hand in concentration and quietly murmurs a few words that Juno doesn't understand. Suddenly the trees around her begin to move, their branches swaying gently in the wind. Some leaves come loose and dance in the air as if they were alive.

“Fascinating!” exclaims Juno. “It’s like a fairy tale!”

Anshalyn laughs quietly.

"It's not that difficult once you understand it."

Juno watches, spellbound, as Anshalyn continues to work her magic. She lets the leaves float gently back to the ground and with another gesture she lets a light storm come up. The trees rustle and the wind blows coolly around their noses before the storm subsides just as quickly as it came.

“That was great,” Juno exclaims enthusiastically. “You really are a magician.”

Anshalyn blushes slightly with joy at the praise.

“Thank you, Juno,” she whispers softly.

Together they continue their game, with Anshalyn adding little magical effects here and there to surprise and delight Juno. She turns a flower into a sparkling soap bubble, lets a small glow of fire dance on her hand, and makes a few birds chirp in a short melody.

Juno is completely captivated by Anshalyn's magical powers. They play and laugh together as if time had stood still. But Juno keeps looking at her with amazement that can hardly be hidden.

"This is so cool, Anshalyn," he says finally as they rest under a large tree, the rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves creating a soft pattern on the forest floor.

Anshalyn smiles, but there is also a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

“You’re not shocked that I have magic?” she asks.

Juno shakes her head vigorously.

"No, not at all! I just find it amazing. But why didn't you show it to me?"

Anshalyn nervously tugs at a blade of grass.

"I'm still a little scared of it. Sometimes I'm still surprised by my own abilities. And I wanted to be sure I could do it well enough before I showed it to anyone. And I wasn't sure how you would react."

Juno puts his hand gently on her shoulder.

"Anshalyn, you are my best friend. No matter what happens, I will always stand by you."

A relieved smile crosses Anshalyn’s face.

"Thank you, Juno. I'm glad you said that."

The sun slowly sinks to the horizon as they sit under the tree for a while longer, talking about their adventures in the forest. Anshalyn tells Juno about the books on magic she secretly read in the library and how she tried to recreate the spells. Juno listens attentively, his curiosity and admiration for his friend growing with each story she tells him.

As dusk slowly approaches, Juno stands up and stretches.

"Maybe we should start heading home. It's getting dark."

Anshalyn nods in agreement and also stands up.

"Yes, I guess we should. But I'm glad I showed you everything, Juno. It feels good that you know."

Juno smiles warmly.

"It feels great, Anshalyn. I can't wait to see more!"

Hand in hand they make their way out of the forest, accompanied by the last rays of sun of the day. In the distance the birds sing their evening song while it slowly gets dark around them.

Anshalyn and Juno finally reach the family home. The streets are quiet, only the gentle whisper of the wind accompanies them on their way. A warm light stands outside the small, cozy house. Anshalyn feels her heart beating faster as they approach the door. Juno seems nervous, but they hold hands as they climb the steps.

The door opens and Anshalyn's father, Falun, steps out. His expression is serious and his eyes immediately search for Anshalyn. Behind him stands Ellen, Anshalyn's mother, with a worried look on her face.

“Falun, Ellen, we’re back,” Anshalyn says quietly as she and Juno stop.

Falun's gaze meets Juno's, then returns to Anshalyn.

"Where have you been? We were worried, Anshalyn. It's late."

Anshalyn lowers her gaze.

"We were in the forest... I had to show Juno something important."

Falun frowns.

"What important thing?"

Anshalyn hesitates for a moment before answering: "That... that's what I'll have to explain to you."

Ellen takes a step forward, a mixture of concern and incomprehension on her face.

"Anshalyn, what's wrong? Why are you so mysterious?"

Falun sighs and puts a hand on Anshalyn’s shoulder.

"Come on, let's go inside. We need to talk."

They enter the house and the tension is almost palpable. Anshalyn feels uncomfortable. She leads Juno to her room and closes the door.

“Wait here a moment, please.”

Juno nods, but his brow is frowned. Anshalyn returns to her parents, who are waiting for her in the living room.

“Falun, Ellen, I...” Anshalyn begins hesitantly.

Falun interrupts her sharply.

“What did you say to Juno, Anshalyn?”

Anshalyn swallows hard.

"I told him about my magical powers."

A moment of silence follows as her parents stare at her in shock.

“Anshalyn, that’s not responsible,” Ellen finally says, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Falun nods seriously.

"Don't you understand why we told you not to tell anyone? It's dangerous for all of us if someone knows about it."

Tears gather in Anshalyn’s eyes.

"But Juno is my best friend! I had to tell him..."

Falun shakes his head.

"That doesn't change the danger, Anshalyn. The warriors of Norkamp are nearby. If they find out what you can do..."

“What do you want to do now?” Anshalyn interrupts, her voice shaking with desperation.

Falun sighs and looks at Ellen.

"Juno must go home."

Anshalyn's heart tightens.

"No! You can't send him away!"

Ellen gently places a hand on Anshalyn's shoulder.

"We're sorry, dear, but it's too dangerous. We have to be careful. It's unthinkable what could happen to the whole world if someone finds out about your magical powers."

Anshalyn turns and runs out of the living room, tears rolling down her cheeks. She storms down the hall to her room where Juno is waiting for her.

“What happened?” Juno asks worriedly as Anshalyn slams the door.

Anshalyn can hardly speak because of her sobs.

"They're sending you away, Juno. They don't want you to stay here."

Juno looks up in shock.

"But why? What did I do?"

Anshalyn wipes away her tears and hugs Juno tightly.

"I'm so sorry I told you. Now they want to get rid of you..."

Juno shakes her head and hugs Anshalyn back.

"This isn't fair. I don't want to go."

At that moment they hear footsteps in the hallway. The door opens and Falun is standing there, followed by Ellen.

“Juno, we are sorry, but you have to go home now,” Falun says in a regretful voice.

Juno breaks away from Anshalyn and looks at her parents.

"But I don't understand why..."

Ellen steps forward and puts a hand on Juno's arm.

"It's for your safety, Juno. Please understand."

Juno nods slowly, tears in his eyes.

“I understand,” he says resignedly.

Anshalyn bites her lip, unable to say anything. Juno slowly walks to the door and leaves the room without turning around. Anshalyn feels her heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Anshalyn, come with me,” Falun says quietly, extending a hand.

Anshalyn looks up, her eyes red and swollen. She follows her father and mother into the living room.

“Sit down, dear,” Ellen says gently, pointing to the sofa.

Anshalyn sits down and wraps her arms around herself.

"Why did you do this? You sent Juno away..."

Falun sighs and sits down next to her.

"Anshalyn, we must be careful. The abilities you have are dangerous, especially now that the Norkamp warriors are close."

Anshalyn sobs quietly.

"But Juno is my friend. He would never hurt me."

Ellen sits on the other side of Anshalyn.

"It's not just a question of whether Juno would hurt you. It's a question of whether we're all in danger if someone finds out about your abilities."

“Why didn’t you just trust me?” Anshalyn murmurs, her voice full of desperation.

Falun puts a hand on Anshalyn's shoulder.

"We're sorry we had to do this to you. But it's important that you understand how dangerous this situation is."

Anshalyn looks at the ground.

"I want to see Juno. I don't want to be alone."

Ellen sighs and looks at Falun.

"Perhaps we can allow him to visit you when it is safer?"

Falun nods in agreement.

"Yes, we can do that. But for now, you have to stay here, Anshalyn. Do you understand that?"

Anshalyn nods slowly, although she can hardly bear it. She feels betrayed by her own parents, who locked her up as if she were a danger to herself and others.

“I just want everything to go back to normal,” Anshalyn whispers.

Ellen hugs her gently.

"It will go back to normal, dear. We just have to be careful until the danger passes."

Anshalyn sinks into the embrace, although she is consumed with loneliness and grief inside. She doesn't know how long she will be locked in her room or how she will ever be able to see Juno again, but she hopes that her parents are right and that everything will return to normal once the Norkamp warriors are gone.

Crying, she sits on the windowsill and looks out with tear-filled eyes into the dark darkness that envelops not only her house and her village, but also her small, sad heart.

Early the next morning, the villagers of Rosenheim gather in the market square, as is customary for important announcements or tragic events. The sun is still low on the horizon when Falun walks slowly across the square with Ellen by his hand. His gait is heavy, his eyes lowered. The people murmur among themselves, feel the heaviness in the air, suspect that something terrible must have happened.

Falun stops in front of the assembled crowd, his face etched with deep sadness and his voice shaking as he begins to speak.

"Dear friends and neighbors of Rosenheim, I stand before you to bring you sad news. Last night, my beloved daughter Anshalyn passed away."

A murmur goes through the crowd, some women hold their hands over their mouths, men bow their heads.

"She was only seven years old, full of life and hope for the future. But the angels called her to them," Falun continues, his voice almost breaking. "My wife Ellen and I are in deep mourning. We ask you to refrain from asking questions or talking to us. We would like to withdraw and grieve in peace."

The villagers remain respectfully silent. They know Falun as an honorable man, a good father. You can see the concern and compassion in their eyes. The gathering slowly breaks up as the people give Falun and Ellen the space they need.

The sun rises higher in the sky as Falun and Ellen begin the short walk to their modest home. They walk hand in hand, supporting each other in their deep grief. Falun stops in front of their house, turns around once more and looks at the village that is so familiar to him and that now seems so distant and strange.

As the door closes behind them, a silence falls that is heavier than the silence of the night. Falun and Ellen are now alone with their pain. Time passes slowly as they lose themselves in their loneliness and grief.

In the days and weeks that follow, Falun remains withdrawn. The villagers show their sympathy in many ways: they bring food, flowers and offer their help. But they respect Falun and Ellen's wish for silence and solitude.

After a very long time, Falun finally dares to take a tentative step back into the village. The sadness is deep in his heart, but he also feels the warmth of the community that surrounds him. The villagers welcome him with open arms, offering him silent words of comfort and solidarity.

Life goes on in Rosenheim, and Falun and Ellen are also slowly finding a way to live with their loss. Anshalyn remains alive in their hearts, and her memory is passed on from generation to generation.

Chapter 3 - The hideout

The deep forest lies silent and dark, its majestic trees towering into the sky like silent sentinels. The trunks are covered in gnarled bark that appears almost black in the darkness. Above them spreads a dense canopy of leaves that blocks out most of the moonlight, allowing only narrow rays of light to pass through here and there, falling like silver threads onto the forest floor.

The forest floor is soft and springy underfoot, covered in a thick layer of mossy leaves and fallen needles. The air is cool and damp, permeated with a strong, earthy scent that comes from decaying leaves and damp wood. It smells of mushrooms and wet moss, of life and decay at the same time.

A gentle rustling can be heard as the wind blows through the leaves, gently swaying the branches. There is something calming, almost hypnotic, about the sound. Every now and then the distant call of an owl can be heard, its plaintive cry echoing between the trees, reinforcing the feeling of loneliness and mystery.

Small animals scurry about in the undergrowth, barely visible in the darkness. Their eyes glow like tiny silver sparks in the weak moonlight. A deer cautiously steps out of the thicket, stands still and listens before moving on with graceful movements and disappearing back into the blackness.

The stars in the sky sparkle clearly and brightly, their positions changing almost imperceptibly throughout the night. Between the treetops they appear like small points of light, contrasting with the deep darkness of the forest.

Every step, every breath is felt more acutely in the silent night. The forest seems to breathe, to live, as if it were an ancient being that preserves stories from times long past. It is a place of peace and mystery, a retreat that only reveals its secrets to those who are willing to delve into its depths and hear the silence.

A young wolf cautiously roams through the dense undergrowth. Her fur shimmers in the pale moonlight as she cautiously explores her surroundings. Every step is deliberate, every movement accompanied by a natural grace that barely conceals her youth and inexperience.

Her footsteps are barely audible as she weaves through the trees. Every muscle in her slender body is tense, her senses heightened. She stops for a moment, ears pricked, and listens. The branches creak gently in the wind, and in the distance she hears the hoarse hoot of an owl heading out to hunt. Her moist nose twitches as it takes in the various smells of the night - the earthy aroma of the damp ground, the spicy scent of the pine trees, and the light perfume of the flowers opening their petals in the darkness.

She moves on, each step a well-considered decision. The wolf is curious, but also cautious. She has learned that the forest is full of secrets and dangers. Her mother warned her, taught her how to survive in the dark. But tonight she is alone, and she feels free and a little lost at the same time.