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

“Hey darling, what's wrong?” she asked, upset. 


“I don't think I went too far. But maybe, something went wrong more than I thought. And once again, all force has deserted my body.” 


“It has always been like this, especially since he released his powers." Kei intervened, kneeling next to him, his face smeared with mud, moved. “Every time he unleashes a gigantic power, he loses all his energy and faints. But lately, it hasn't been as bad. I don't know what's changed. What brought that weakness back." 


Clarine looked at him for a moment, her eyes full of tears. 


“It was like when he saved you both from that place you hated so much.” 


Kei nodded his head, his eyes also foggy. 


“Yes, he did. And I feel like it's been a hundred years already. So much has passed since then. So much that makes you forget despite the dark depths of memories.” 


The witch stroked her blond boy's silver hair for a moment before looking down at Miron again. 


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