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 lay on the edge of the terrace, looked at them for a moment, scornfully, dozed off fearlessly. He was awakened by a suspicious rustle of leaves from the trees around them. He opened his eyes and turned to see what had caused it. Then Miron saw dark shapes on the branches of nearby trees, looking at him with greedy eyes, shining in the night. They showed their sharp teeth and were about to jump on Miron. 


But the latter, without losing his nonchalant calm, blazed, his eyes took on a monstrous glowing red glow and a most frightening contrasting coldness and smiled at them. 


“I'm warning you losers right now, don't even think about it, or I'll burn your forest to the ground. In fact," he refracted after a slight hesitation, turning to his sleeping companions around a dead fire, "I will have no qualms about letting you swallow those four bums. But I need them. Perhaps on the way back, I will gladly leave you, if they are still alive at that time.” 


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