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 simple answer, so detached and true, appalled the general and made him doubt the health of their minds. 


But that did not matter to Miron. What did matter to him was the origin of this new chaos. 


So he stood up, dusted himself off and turned to face this newcomer with a fierce expression. 


The monster was everything a grimoire would describe. The worst of the black magic books. 


A monster with a massive, muscular body, rough, tawny skin, streaked with dark lines forming abstract, moving images. 


He was, Miron had to admit, the monster he had ever met who looked the most like a person, in body and mind, omitting his giant body, the color of his skin and maybe his arabesques so moving, he could have had the possibility to pass for an individual, a mage of great power. However, he was not one. And he never would be. 


"I have come to play you majesty. And then kill you. That is my mission." 


A first