1 Prologue

Winter was especially cold and snow covered almost everything. This scenery looked like one we could find only in dreams as a white coat covered almost everything.

Alas, for any living being, this situation was far from a dream, even a nightmare wouldn't be as frightening as this.

Animals were dying as they could not adapt to this low temperature, and farmers were running out of food and dying either of hunger or in fights between themselves.

Whenever a piece of bread or anything else that cloud be eaten would be found, fights would break out and murders committed.

In this world where silence reigned, a small village going by the name dark-wolf village could be found, the last survivor here was a young boy of about six years who was called Zaho Zaho.

'so this is the end...' thought Zaho Zaho to himself

'I am the last survivor of the village … , but for how long?'

Zaho zaho was a bony kid about 120 cm in height who clearly ate just enough to survive the past few months, he had black hair and his black eyes were starting to close slowly.

'Mother, father why didn't you kill me before you died? couldn't you spare me of all this suffering ?'

'Were there any reasons for me to still be alive? my stomach is hurting as I didn't eat for more than a week and all I had to drink is melted snow ... is destiny playing a joke upon me?'

'why wasn't I born in the capital. Mother ...you told me stories about people that can control and bend the law of nature.'

'They could create fire out of nothing and fly in the sky like birds, I wanted to see them I could have seen them in a few years after passing the knighthood's exam '

'but no .. I will die today as everyone else in the village without even knowing if those stories were real or fake...'

as his consciousness was slowly fading he seemed to notice a shadow in front of him.

"Slap..Salp "

Zaho Zaho was suddenly brought back from his though, his eyes that were still in the haze a moment ago started to regain their focus. His cheek felt hot and tears began falling from his eyes.

He saw a fuzzy figure there in front of him even though he couldn't discern exactly who was there.

"kid do you want to die? or do you still have the will to live" (???)

"save me!" said Zaho Zaho as he mustered the last bit of energy he had.

Just as he finished his sentence, he lost consciousness.

??? 'look like this there is still hope for him as his mind didn't break after all this'