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

The owner remained silent for a moment and then sighed. 


“I see you guessed right Miron. He would surely return this terrible affront done to him, and it would be abominable. But," she resumed by straightening up, a kind and brave smile on her shiny face, "that does not mean that we are going to allow ourselves to be taken advantage of. He already knows the immensity of your power. He'll have a hard time fighting it.” 


“I don't know, Clarine.” the prodigy protested, despite his godmother's optimism. “Maybe it's just me and my scepticism, but Vlzer seems to be the kind of wimp who likes to play dirty and hits his enemies in a very sneaky way. As long as he wins, he doesn't care about rules, laws and even less about honour. His pride is only a superficial image because, in truth, he is a coward. He is the worst kind of person there is.” 


Miron shrunk his eyes when he lowered his head. 


Resolve