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 office on the top floor of the building, which had about six of them, was decorated in icy brown but with countless opaline green dots, from the thick carpet to the high ceiling decorated with a moving painting of a landscape illuminated by a red moon, which accentuated Miron's mockery and made Kei frown greatly and caused him to feel nauseous. 


"Don't show him your repulsion, you moron, or he'll recognize us. If he hasn't already." 


"I don't know. And I don't really care. Since he will apparently be able to bring me what I want most right now, I don't care about the rest." 


"But you're going to kill him later, aren't you" 


"See if he won't be useful to me for something else. And anyway, weren't you supposed to be just being silly and innocent and blind? 


"I know. I would never have allowed you to approach me otherwise." 


Mideria