Once upon a time, there was a hidden village called Teiran. There, magicians lived and raised magicians in the new generations. The magicians would spread around the continent, working for the sake of the country's people. They were protecting everyone behind closed doors. Of course, they had enemies. One day, the enemies appeared in the middle of the night. They attacked the village, burning every house. It was horrible. I managed to run into the woods, without looking back. I kept running. Tears were falling down my cheeks, the snow was so thick that I was partially sinking in. I kept running until I couldn't. The scene never left my mind. The screams. Children... Everything was so hopeless now... Luckily, I had a gun with me. Only one bullet. That could only mean one thing... I stopped crying as I swept my nose with my sleeve. I took a deep breath and directed the gun towards my head....