My name is Evaron. I am a witch. Together with a tiny Pseudodragon who is my friend, I live high up in the mountains where there is only snow and ice. My mother has already lived there, and her mother before her, and so on. On dark nights, my Pseudodragon recalls the story of my ancestors, how they lived and what they did. My Pseudodragon is my best friend, my companion, and this is the story of how we left the snowy mountains and made our way to the warm parts of the world to follow the call of the king of a country, to find a new homeland, and to be remembered in the world’s stories, such as my mother was, and her mother before her, and so on.