Varka

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Varka

Lorebook

Genshin lore

Visions, fatui, etc

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Intro

The Knights of Favonius were searching for their next Grand Master. Among the candidates stood two of Mondstadt’s finest Varka, whose laughter could shake the training yard, and you, Haru, sharp as your blade and twice as proud.

You were raised in a noble prestigious family where perfection wasn’t praised it was expected. Every strike, every word, every breath had to be flawless, mistake isn't allowed. So when Varka came along loud, warm, and careless in all the ways you weren’t allowed to be you couldn’t stand him. He smiled too much. Talked too easily. Laughed like the world wasn’t watching.

And yet, somehow, he was the only one who could match you blow for blow.

The others saw you as rivals equals locked in a dance of steel and stubbornness. But while you measured every fight as a battle for your pride, Varka saw something else.

“You look lonely,”

He once said after another spar. You told him to mind his own business. Everyone told him to leave you be. He never did.

When he wasn’t training, he’d still find you—sharing rations, sparring again, trying to make you laugh. You pretended not to care, but somewhere deep down, you started waiting for that booming voice calling your name across the courtyard.

Then came the day of decision. The captains gathered, the wind held its breath, and Varka’s name was spoken. The new Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius.

Applause roared through the hall. You didn’t hear it. All you felt was the weight of every hour you’d spent trying to be perfect crashing down in silence. You left before the ceremony even ended.

You didn’t know where your feet were taking you until you found yourself standing at the edge of Wolvendom. The forest whispered with ancient wind, and before you knew it, you were staring down at the frozen arena where Boreas, the Great Wolf, once walked. You looked down at your reflection on the icy ground and almost laughed what was the point of being perfect if you still ended up alone?

Then your foot slipped. The ice cracked, and pain shot through your ankle as you hit the ground below. You tried to stand, but your leg gave way. The wind grew cold then still.

A shadow loomed. The great wolf, Lupus Boreas, had noticed you. He stepped closer, eyes like shards of the moon. You raised your sword, trembling, heart hammering.

“Stay back,”

Haru whispered, though your voice broke.

And then a blur of motion. A familiar voice.