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 will wait a little longer. And then I will destroy this cursed, ignorant and bright place from top to bottom that dared to attack me." 


His expression when he said this with his sovereign voice made even the young stranger tremble. 


He shrugged and kissed his beast's forehead. "I almost feel sorry for them. Ah Regan, here comes your end." 


"And you?" said Vradiome, smiling at him with touching kindness. 


"Me, well, I don't know yet, since I got what I came for." 


And he nonchalantly pointed to his creature. 


Vradiome reached out to stroke him as well, then said. 


The young stranger was silent as he continued to caress Sirious and then nodded. 


"Okay, I'll stay. And you can call me Biode." 


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