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

Ignol and his henchmen left at last, heading inevitably for their desolation and demise, and there was nothing they or anyone else could do about it. As they disappeared, Vradiome turned to Katar and his parents, the two friends exchanged a smile and then got back on their feet. 


"And for my trouble, I almost feel sorry for them." 


They burst out laughing and then hurried off. 


"We have to go. We have no time to lose." 


They set off again towards the nearest Emero border. 


Along the way, they also took on new identities, that of poor-looking merchants dressed in long, clean but worn tunics and worn leather sandals. 


 We're almost there!" Katar's mother exclaimed with anguish but joy before pointing to a spot. 


"The Esis border gate is at the end of this meander. 


Maze