According to an ancient legend, Tonka, the holy magician of the Kutsk people, one of the Ice peoples, has been ostracized by her people with her strange movements and spells since she became a magician. One day, he presents a Vora to Igan, one of the two warriors of the Qazaktar people, who came to visit the people of Kutsk. After that day, Igan's life changes. Igan suspects that Tonka is casting a spell on him and decides to kill Tonka to get rid of it. He ends himself while trying to kill Tonka. Tonka, who wants to save Igan, casts a forbidden spell and cannot turn it back. Changing the balance of nature, Tonka will cause the disaster of all the Ice people. Min and Tin, who were sent to earth to punish Tonka, fail to do so and are condemned to live on earth. After that day, Tonka was never seen again. The remnants of the ice people are condemned to a cursed life.As time passed, these ancient stories were spread by word of mouth by the Ice peoples who still live. This day becomes kn

Tonka struggled to keep her balance as the ground under her feet swelled as if it wanted to swallow her. Her black hair was distorted and messy from the horror he experienced. Her pale white fur was stained with bloodstains on the floor. For a moment, her hand went to the necklace, which consisted of a pale pink stone wrapped in a hoop around her neck. The stone radiated light at his touch. This light was quite weak compared to the blue light that filled the tent and quickly faded away. The ground shook and trembled again. An invisible wave came and crashed into Tonka's chest. Tonka scorched with pain and let out a scream. This scream came from very deep and he couldn't stop him. The fire of pain had penetrated to his bones. It collapsed backwards. The stone he used to start the fire in the middle of the floor crashed into the height and fell to the ground. Her head hit a stone. He writhed helplessly in pain. Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. She writhed on th

The door to the room slammed shut behind the white-haired woman. The woman turned and stared at the door. Her slender shoulders made her appear taller than she was. On her dress, strange shapes of various sizes formed colorful piles on the floor. “Acuz,” Mayda whispered, looking excited. The white-haired woman turned quickly, her long skirts waving. There was not the slightest line on her face to indicate that he was having a hard time.She was holding a long pointed staff. Her tomato-colored eyes, which were just starting to mature, looked like they were piercing through. Her eyebrows, which stood like a puddle of white bushes just above her eyes, softened her lofty look a little. Tamir was stuck in her eyes after examining her from head to toe. Almost everyone in this country had dark eyes. Apart from Tamir, his family's eyes were also dark and slanted. With his straw-blond hair and ice-grey eyes, Tamir seemed to be shouting that he was a foreigner in this country. The woman said, "W

“We couldn't find them, we have to go back now,” Artam said, looking troubled as darkness began to fall on the mountain. “They must be dead already” “Does it scare you?” 'Tam asked. He had a vaguely mocking expression on his face. Artam gave him a murderous look. “He is weak, he is weak.” said. “We don't have anything to do with Gluttons or Wretches.” Artam looked quite nervous. "Did they really come?" she asked in a whisper. Artam must have felt what Tamir. felt.Tamir looked up at the sky as if the fog that had settled on the dark mountain was of no interest to him. Artam had already judged that the fog descending on the mountain was the cause of arrivals.It is as if Tamir had read Artam mind, "There's always fog on the mountain at this time of day." He could taste the tension in Artam's eyes, hidden under the hood of his black cloak. In fact, Tamir also shared Artam's uneasiness. He was in Kars for years. When he first came to Kars, all the stories he had heard about Tonka and the I

When the light disappeared, David and Ewin rushed over to Yelis, who was lying on the ground. David squatted down beside Yelis, who was lying on the ground, hastily searching her body for something bad, but all she could find was a slight cut on her forehead. While small, that single cut could have been serious enough. Yelis' body was warm. They took Yelis in their arms and left with Ewin.Aunt Abigial tried to be polite as she dressed Yelis, but soft groans interrupted Yelis's low mutter nonetheless. Yelis had been lying unconscious for days after that incident. He had a constant fever, the reason for which he did not understand on the third. Aunt Abigial looked at Yelis' fever again. Such a fire could easily kill a person, but Yelis was still struggling. After wetting a cloth again, he placed it on Yelis's forehead. A doorbell was heard. It was David and Ewin. David: “How is she doing?” ' asked Aunt Abigial. Abigial was unhappy. “Same,” he said.Ewin's spell would keep those men awa