The snow is cold and the wind brushes against your hair. You sit there, on your knees in the soft sun. The blood stains the snow around you. You killed people. But they tried to hurt you first. Suddenly a shadow covers you and you hiss and jump back, prepared to attack. But the man with ice blue eyes stares at you and then he kneels. "Don't worry child, I won't harm you." He says. This is a high mage, you're a 7 year old boy, and you're not human.