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

"I'm here, you can see that, right?" he said, accentuating his tender, impassive smile. 


"Really?" joked his friend. "While I'm here?" 


"I can tell. But don't worry, you're in good hands." 


And as he said this, the young mage took a quick glance at the kaidius, whose anise-green hair fluttered in a strong, foul-smelling wind, and returned the look. The kaidius read with dread the atrocity contained therein. 


"I'm so scared. " Kei repeated while tightening his embrace. 


"I will live knowing that you will now hate me because of my weaknesses." 


"We both know that's not true. That it will never be true." 


Miron didn't need to answer, to insist. Why should he still do so when Kei had already accepted the reality. 


"It's nothing. It will not change my affection in any way." 


Fallen