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

"Master?" called his servant, always so attentive, so conscientious "What is happening? 


Miron did not answer immediately, continuing to let himself be invaded by the unknown sensation that his soul seemed to love and call. 


"Somewhere around here, someone I know nothing about, but I recognize with my whole being." 


The servant and Kei looked at each other while Miron continued to stare outward to where the source of this sensation he had never imagined he would ever feel, was. 


Then he frowned and remarked in a singularly more detached tone than usual. 


"Did you notice? The night persists even though the day has long since dawned." 


He went out quickly and observed around him. Then he looked far, far out to the horizon and saw that daylight existed there and was shining brightly. His eyes became more incisive. 


"If the day had indeed dawned, then what is this night." 


Identification