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

He wore a long black cloak and a black battle shapelessness as horrible as his own, whose contours were made of burnished metal. And he wore on his head, whose remnants of wild locks that escaped from it were of a whitish hue, a wide-brimmed hat adorned with a feather of past rainbow colors. 


His whole body must have been skeletal, emaciated, only skin on bone, and his face, having lost an eye, a nose and lips, not to mention an ear, was of an ugliness that nothing could have described. 


He stared at that one eye with the prasin green iris on them, filled with obscenity and murderous desire. 


"This time, I don't need to be you Miron to know what he wants to do." 


"Your remark is a little out of place Kei." 


But as usual, the demonstration was not over. 


New "friend"