That day was a completely normal midwinter’s day. A day like any other. I had done nothing but fly around above the town, watching. Well, not me but Talbot, my pet dragon. Yeah, I know, you probably think that I’m just another freak who no-one knows. The reason I chose the name Talbot is because it means messenger of destruction. Which I think suits him, seeing as he’s thirteen and a half feet long and jet black.
But, anyway, my name’s Evy. I was thirteen years old at the time and about to embark on possibly the most dangerous and terrifying thing I have ever had to do. And that’s coming from Death. Maybe you’ve heard of me.