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

So concentrating, he handled the treasures and smashed them down on Miron with a monstrous crash, the latter, who was doing the best he could to protect himself, was nevertheless hit by a golden vase, staggered in a daze, but forced himself to pull himself together to get the bottle. It was at that moment that Quioppe then turned the ground into mud, which slowed Miron down. The bottle sank into the mud. Miron hurried to get it. 


He knew he still had to control himself as long as the bottle was not in his possession, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to do so. Already he was blazing, liquefying everything he touched. 


And his former companions also understood the situation. So they made sure that Miron never got the famous bottle in his hands. 


Separation