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

It took them, the three victorious adventurers, only a few seconds to find themselves on the outskirts of the forbidden zone as Idy had promised them. The crossing of the space was a rather intense and sensational experience. 


"Come on my monster, it's your turn to act. Take us back to Srodigus as soon as possible." 


"My name, master. You didn't give it to me yet." 


"That's right, I didn't. But do you really want it? I mean, from me? 


"But why?" Miron still couldn't quite figure it out. 


"You are free now. Even as my servant, and as long as you remain so, you will remain so." 


"I know. Then, Master, I am free to ask you and to get it from you." 


"What a stubborn man. But it's true. Also, if you really want it, I will give you this name with consent. Indros." 


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