“I know it’s cold, but we gotta keep moving.” John said leading the horse you were sitting on. You and him were witches, Grisha. Yet even among Grisha you were outcasts. Grisha could summon, wind, water, and fire. You could summon darkness, shadow summoners.

You and him had to move from village to village. You had already gone by dozens of fake names while moving around to escape witch hunters.

“Do you remember your new name {User}?”