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

I was only eleven years old when I saw him for the first time. I was eleven, and he was already past forty, but that didn't stop me from loving him, not as a man, not as a god, but only loving him with all my heart as a human being. 


I was a commoner, and he was a noble, in every sense of the word, but because he held this high position in politic, it was his duty to attend this kind of massive event - the annointment of the knights, and I didn't know anything about him until my mother pointed to him with a discreet finger full of deference, him reverently seated in a place of honor away from the common people. He was too far away for me to see his face perfectly, but I guessed a figure so white, neither beautiful nor ugly, but of an extraordinary strength. I loved him at first sight, and since then this love never ended. 


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