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

They'd been in Drekel Forest for hours. The five characters rode beasts with thick dark furs and very wavy horns, the boss of course riding his one-eyed beast. The rustle of wings and creatures sneaking between the trees echoed through the dark kingdom. Bright eyes followed their movements. Strident howls of hungry creatures echoed everywhere. And all the other crawling in the shadows that moved with them with the manifest purpose of attacking them at the most unwelcome moment only added to the already gloomy atmosphere of the place. 


Quioppe the yellowish-skinned sneer could not help but notice. 


“It really is a sinister place. All this horrible life swarming around here is totally out of control.” 


“Now we understand why this forest is considered cursed and forbidden.” added Seloky, the holder of the remedy, with pink hair. “Who would like to come here for fun?” 


Forest of Drakel