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 approached Clarine irresistibly while declaring his abject words. 


“I want your restaurant, and I strongly advise you to give it to me. Because one way or another I will get it. So you might as well make sure you get something for your loss.” 


Clarine recovered, incredibly brave and proud. 


“Otherwise what else? Are you going to kill me?” 


Without feeling demented by these rather hazardous questions, Vlzer shrugged his shoulders, unwavering. 


“It's an idea I've already begun to consider indeed. Be careful that I don't pursue it any further in order to get what I want. You can't imagine how easy it would be for me to end your life and throw your worthless body somewhere where no one will ever find it.” 


Despite the nausea caused by this abominable statement, Clarine did not lose her reserve. 


Water monster