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

"What the hell happened here?" Kei groaned as he sketched a deep grimace of disgust. "Who could have been behind such a massacre?" 


"Well, you have the answer right behind you." 


Hearing his friend's words, Kei first opened his eyes wide, totally stunned, then swallowed his saliva and nodded for no real reason. 


"You really like to ask this question I see. But hey, no more so than the mages and monsters of Athok I presume." 


"I see. And you're probably not afraid, are you?" 


This time Miron frowned slightly while tilting his head to the side. 


"Uh, I guess I'll never really understand this other question." 


"Yes, I know. Forgive me for never having dared to ask it myself." 


And he turned to see this monster, so hideous, so barbaric, the source of all this massacre, and who did not inspire any fear in his friend. 


Stubbornness again