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 easily found the place of Nebeus and contemplated it, astonished, a vast and so cosmopolitan place, isolated from the rest of the kingdom and probably from the whole world by high walls engraved with a terrible spell, and shining with all its fires in a stormy night whose intense rain, which the young magician had created in his great sadness, stopped at its borders. 


 Miron thought that this place should be as despised as it was envied by the people of good society. Then shrugging his shoulders and straightening up, he took a deep breath and pushed one of the large and imposing doors of the metal gate into a cursed city for the second time in his life. 


 The city was intensely animated, people and creatures of all races and sizes moved freely, following no law. 
