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

Miron was walking in the freezing rain, unable to feel anything, not the cold bite, not the water and the fatigue that weighed down his body, the only thing he was aware of was the shock and then the growing pain that was beginning to eat away at his chest. 


And before leaving, he had ordered Indros to watch over his godmother, not to leave her side even for a single second, to protect her against all odds, because it was always obvious in the end that true friends were rare, and this despite all appearances, especially for the most radiant beings like Clarine. 


And then, he could not help but remember the story of the latter who had been so good to him with a naturalness that only she seemed, until now, to be capable of. 


Clarine's story