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 was as beautiful as Miron was, but in a different way. 


His light-colored, slightly smoky hair fluttered in the now warm wind, and glistened in the sun that once again reigned in the sky. 


His slim, perfect body wore a sophisticated two-tone combat uniform. He stood straight in front of Miron, who had also abandoned his envelope of darkness. 


They stared at each other again, sovereign, then smiled. 


"That was just perfect," said the beast. 


"Yes," said Miron, his face lighting up. "However, in our unreasonable and unimaginable overflow, we all destroyed. As a result, what I really came here to take is no more." 


"Yes, which is a shame. I really wanted this place." 


"Who knows. I'll see if there's any left under the rubble." 


Then the beast reached down and closed his eyes. 


Soon he pulled out from under the devastated and deserted earth a luminous sphere that contained the coveted flower, and handed it to Miron as a sign of thanks. 


Envy