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

Another even deeper silence followed this statement. 


"I'm sorry Omerie, sorry that my father didn't love you, and never will." 


Omerie gasped, then stopped and turned to Vradiome, who did the same and calmly held his fairy's shocked, then furious, and now so demented look that it was pitiful. 


"Obviously, why should I still be surprised, when it's that person's blood that runs through your veins." 


"Blood that you so desire, another thing in between, but that you will never have." 


"Wasting so much time envying, hating, cursing a being for what will never be, and especially wasting time pretending to be what you weren't - someone good. You obviously don't know it, but to us zeog, it's all just a pitiful act and feeling." 


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