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

Resounding applause and cries of joy resounded throughout the city. The majority tried to catch butterflies in a noisy and very moving crowd. Kadul, Kei and Miron, not interested in the game, rather admired the spectacle of the hunt with delirious pleasure and soon began to spread the word. 


“Look at this one," Kei exclaimed hilariously, pointing at a man with long brick hair stained with buff-colored dots and wearing a very colorful plastic armor. He caught one using a huge magic hand. 


The young blond boy made a grimace, continuing. 


“It's a good thing those butterflies aren't real. Otherwise the whole place would have become a place of weird, vermilion coloration.” 


“And that's another one..." Miron noted, pointing at a bald man with round bodies, wearing a two-tone blue and yellow suit, the same tone as the skin, which was also covered with strange tiny, very mobile insects. “Oh he swallowed it. I thought it was for young people.” 


Competition