The prince of mages

en years old, were imprisoned. A blond man named Kei, with a large body and healthy skin despite the place where he was forced to grow up, and an open face whose

upport him and soothe the tortuous suffering that gnawed at

effectively, his magic was constantly unstable and most of the time too weak to achieve anything really tangible. Not to mention, of course, those rare times when strong defenses like the one he had just made could be created to protect them from the pow

elessly, tapping the boy's back gently. After many long minutes, this one, whose lean body w

ious, but at the same time very relieved to se

k you," he said, smiling, hesitan

eaky attack, it's so like them. So it's still not enough for them to know that we're going to be thrown into

ed, half amused

t. But as usual, they did

st have been powerless to help you," he forced himself to add, displaying an air of such sadness and shame that

one day too. And I'm sure it will be as ma

mpliment. But when it comes to beauty.... And he stopped for

ind you extraordinary, M

ents, some with a little luck, becoming their apprentice and even their heir. If indeed, one can call it luck. On the other hand, those who are taken to Athok will never be lucky. For in this cursed domain, ruled by a monster, no survival or escape was possible. The arrival of Miron, on the other hand, was quite different. For he was found at the very threshold of the great door of the building. The being who had brought him to the gates of desolation was so prodigiously d

thful friend, smiled as he looked at him, d

de, are we? Otherwise, we would have been violently

n to sit on the black metal bed with a disenchanted pout.

at this incr

aggerating

n an almost sickly whitish skin. He represented a whole world of light and shadow, inside and out. His large body was so thin that it bordered on thinness, and his face, so fine and delicate, was not beautiful, but rather fascinating. If they were not orphans, imprisoned forever in this sordid place where the end could only be

'll be coming

ly against the icy wall where cold, morbid water flowed endlessl

prob

oing to d

d at Miro

this! Not in this place! Tortured, defensel

s a shor

the light, the true light. We don'

aughed

fight to the end. We don't have a choice. That's what they expe

? To that filthy Lady Kriniela?" Kei asked kindly. "If you hadn't provoked her ange

Miron automatically sketched a grimace a

call this a

don't play with words, no

ugged his shoulders t

it all over again, I would. But I must confess that I didn't really think about you," he continued m

ed up in

y a lost cause. To see me constantly following you and serving you, it was

n si

rse. But it was all I could do. And because of my last act of

peers, is that they don't pretend to be good. On the contrary, to display it for them, this monstrous nature, was almost like pride. But the price to pay for these obscene thou

ound and standing up and displaying a fierce look, filled with a new determination

e get it. It can't be otherwise. After all, if we look at the t

flesh and blood, even though they were perfectly aware of the atrocious destiny that would be theirs if they penetrated the immortal mists. And those cowardly and h