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

At the very moment when Vradiome was finally alone, alone for the first time outside the palace, the cold seized him and numbed his body. 


He finally let the fear and torment take hold of him and overwhelm him for a moment. 


He had thought to take with him in his pockets and bag that made visible, some spells and energy foods that will last about three months, but no more. 


First, he had to seek shelter for the night, even if that shelter had to be outside in the open air, as long as it 


was safe enough for him to rest for a night or even a few nights. 


He forced himself to walk and wander through the busy alleys, getting into them without betraying the slightest fear, and exploring what he had to offer as well as his nature. If everything was really only evil and suffering as Omerie had specified with delight and anticipation, and ignoring the reprisals she herself would suffer for this unforgivable fault. 


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