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

Long after everyone had gone to bed, Miron and Clarine found themselves alone in the empty, silent restaurant. Miron and Kei had decided to stay, as it would be easier to go to the butterfly festival together the next day. 


Clarine had prepared one of her specialties, a tea with powdered flower mixed with magic clear water, which she had bought at a high price. 


Miron smiled as he watched her busy herself in this expensive and sublime place, making something that had become her domain and her existence. 


When Clarine served them and took place in front of her young boy, she let him have the time to tell her what he wanted to say. 


"This place is beautiful Clarine, truly beautiful and so loving." he started. 


"Yes. That's one thing I know more about than you my darling." 


"That goes without saying. However, you must already realize this, that you will not be able to stay there anymore." 


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