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

The tall one uttered a bewitching hoarse cry of acquiescence and then bent hesitantly to touch Miron with touching respect. The young master stroked his nose. 


“I see. I somehow understand. If you agree with someone like me. Anyway, you'll understand soon enough that your master is a monster worse than you'll ever find here. And now, could you carry me to the edge of the Drakel Forest? I'll never have the strength to do it myself, even though my wounds are slowly healing now that the water from the healing spells has been released. Please. In fact, perhaps you have nothing to fear from me, because from what I have seen," he added, tongue-in-cheek, "I am pure of heart since this water has agreed to heal me.” 


The great beast bowed before his master. 


 Running on his henchman's back, he ran through the abandoned garden, jumped high and landed in the old ruined city, covered with a thick fog. 


Then Miron suddenly felt something, something he couldn't ignore, it was so intense. 


Almost end