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

A disturbing silence ensued before the Duke approached his favorite, turned her to face him and forced her to look at him. 


"Because you didn't matter to me at all. You were just another slave. Only your body mattered to me. Whether you were happy, free, a prisoner, or sad to death was of no consequence to me." 


Oriane swallowed her saliva before nodding. 


"And if you had the opportunity to go back in time, for a brief moment when you could grant that cherished wish I once asked of you, would you have finally done it? Would you have spared my father for me?" 


The duke hesitated, then finally shook his head. 


"No...well, maybe, I don't know. But either way, what does it matter, no power, even Zeogian would ever have that ability, so we'll never know, and we'll never have the need to know." 


Oriane considered her master's face before letting out a slight sigh. 


Madness