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

Clarine who could not stand it anymore, closed her eyes. Her beautiful spring hair, which had so much life and magic in it, darkened and lost its light. Some tiny creatures could not bear the curse and died, while others took shelter from Miron. As for the countless little seeds and buds that had so proudly sprinkled the magical hair soaked with natural light, they dried and fell one by one to the ground. 


“I'm sorry I forced you to carry this heavy burden...Indeed all the burdens…” 


Kei, Kadul and his mother came to them, riding Miron's air giant that could lead them to its creator before slowly dissolving. 


“Miron, we're here! exclaimed the young blond wizard, sensing an awful misfortune. And when he saw Miron holding Clarine in his arms, he could only shake his head and whisper. 


“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... Clarine.” 


Kadul knew at once who was responsible for the tragedy. 


Condemned