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

"Are you sure we can leave you?" Asked again Miron to ensure that they could leave without worry. 


This was what the beautiful witch answered him while hurrying them to leave so as not to miss anything of this magical night where any monstrosity had especially the right, the freedom and even the duty to go out and take life. A night, only one made for the supreme authenticity. 


"Go ahead my boys! You know, so that you don't doubt me or anything, and so that everything is clear, I have managed for so long and so independently that I could go on indefinitely. So stop being concerned right now. Enjoy what this night will bring you in its entirety. And have fun!" 


The two young mages laughed amusedly, then after one last bright, transparent look, they left, leaving Clarine and her various fairies to tend to the restaurantwhich was already full of people, decorated as the festival required and which was so dear to their hearts. 


Festival of monsters