For most of my life I never believed there was nothing in the snow regions of my home. Well, anything “magical”. I knew of snow leapords, polar bears, snow foxes, and white seals, etc. But I was so wrong. All I thought about was getting away from the frozen wasteland. Monotonus white everywhere you turned. That seared your eyes in the light and confused you in the dark. And the cold, the burning cold. You couldn’t tell if you still had every part of you, ‘cause you were numb. Anyway, enough about the land, what I am telling you is the story of my slavery and the horrible mistake, I made. Let me start from the begginng. The pen scrawled on the cracked parchment. The candle light flickered on ice walls. Chilled tears splashed on the ink.