I always believed that a dark magician was not a match for a light witch, and therefore, tired of the attempts of my mother, who was convinced of the opposite, to arrange my personal life, I left home. Under someone else's name and guise, in the hope of living at least a little for my own pleasure. There’s just one thing I didn’t take into account: when you run away from old problems, you risk encountering new ones. And now I have to find out why I am tormented by nightmares, what a random travel companion is hiding, what secrets the ancient castle keeps, why an unfamiliar dark magician seems close and dear... and, most importantly, why do I dream about dragons.