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

But Miron, already severely tested by Clarine's misfortune, his wandering in the repudiated place of Srodigus and by his loneliness which reinforced his doubts for a possible failure of his mission, he really didn't have the spirit to fight, and even less to let himself be impressed by a monster as voracious and devastating as he was. Then, blazing with an icy, blood-red aura, his eyes shining with a terrible magical glow, he stood up and raised his hand in front of his opponent. 


“Don't even think about it, you beast, or it would be the last house you would have devoured in this life.” 


Trembling with fear, the beast sniffed contempt to save his pride, but cautiously stepped back. Then after one last vengeful glance, he turned away and jumped, howling loudly, while melting into the darkness. 


Fragile