A legend told that far, far away, on the edge of the magical realms, there was a city, a great black city built on a mountain famous for its curse.
Only the black mages and all those who were deeply linked to the darkness were allowed to enter this place of the night, feared by all. It was there, far from the light, that a young boy named Miron was imprisoned. He lived within the walls of a huge building, among other children, under the domination of a banished black mage, who tried to subdue him because of his rebellious and untamable nature. Miron did not know how to break free from this terrible prison. But opportunity knocked in the year he turned thirteen when he discovered a power his dark tormentors wished he had never known.

The Prince Of Mages

The last thing he did before everything left was to talk to his parents, who already looked at him with a face of marble and emotionless eyes.Well, more than usual, and probably the last time. 


"What is it, my dear?" his mother asked again to comply with a remnant of politeness. 


Udariv remained silent for a moment, then spoke. 


"I would like to know, mother, father, did you wish to have me?" 


His father frowned while his mother gave him an artificial smile. 


"What a question, my precious! Of course!" 


It was such an obvious lie that even the dumbest child wouldn't have believed. 


"You are asking strange questions today Udariv." exclaimed his annoyed father. 


"I apologize. I would still like to know the truth. Please." 


Then his mother raised her hand to her chest and wore the same expression she had when he received the first prodigy award so long ago. 


Farewell