One day, the mighty Knight Callum arrived at the doors of Prime Minister Prim.
The last snowstorm had already passed but the days were as cold as the first day of winter. No one would withstand such coldness for more than an hour, it could freeze the limbs in a matter of seconds and kill any unprepared soul in even less.
There was no food, no warmth, only the wolves in the forest starving and willing to kill anything for a bit of food.
Callum was the only brave to do go through the journey inside the cold forest. He had grown in the north, in the worst conditions and in a constant battle for his life. Not only once he had fought with countless wolves, not only once he had to stay without any food, and not only once he felt as if his life was going to end because of the cold.
