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 fragile creature also suddenly detached itself from him and left. 


Alarmed, Miron forgot all about the competition, and left the podium without hesitation to follow the butterfly. 


But he didn't have the chance to do so for long, as the ephemeral creature vanished into the twilight lights. Then the young magician returned to the balcony of his beast, and as he had foreseen, found only Kadul's mother there. 


The mother, totally unaware of the young magician's anxiety and fear, ran up to him and took him in her fleshy arms, hugging him and listening to him against her generous chest. 


“Oh Miron, darling, I'm glad one of you won the title of best costume. And my Kadul who was so...” 


But not giving a damn about anything that wasn't Clarine, Miron abruptly pulled away from her neighbor's affectionate but suffocating embrace and asked her imperiously. 


“Mrs. Dreris, I'm sorry to cut you off, but do you know where Clarine is?” 


Dark feeling