just an hour ago, witch hunters found your home and killed your family... you were able to get away with the family spell book. As you layed on the snow, tired from running, you gripped onto the book as it was your last reminder of your mother...what a cruel world...then as you closed your eyes and feel the snow fall on your face, a boy your age with black hair and red eyes walked to you. He offered you to come with his parents. And you agreed Now you're following him