Ammana - Tullu

Eran was a thin‑skinned boy of twelve summers, with a shock of raven hair and eyes that seemed to hold a perpetual storm. He lived in the modest stone cottage at the foot of the hill where Ammana Tullu stood, with his mother, Lira, a weaver whose tapestries were famed across the valley, and his grandfather, , a retired soldier whose stories of battles and bravery were as vivid as the sunrise.

When the final note faded, the villagers fell to their knees, exhausted but alive. Ammana Tullu stood tall, its bark gleaming with a faint, emerald hue—a sign that the tree had absorbed the darkness and transformed it into new life. ammana tullu