Dream of a hundred years ago ...
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ehind me the great door of the red city of Ignis, capital of the kingdom of the Magicians of the Circle of Fire was moving away.
I had been instructed by my brother to go to the city of Hombros, the capital of the Princedom of mankind, to buy some handicrafts in iron and steel.
I travelled around by Orius, a thoroughbred black mantle, and my cart.
My brother was older than me and he used to give me duties like these. I always believed he did it to empower me, rather, he did it to keep me away from him and his business. I was barely sixteen-years-old, and each month I had to face a ten-day trip.
Honestly, I was happy to travel too. Life in the city was boring and the history classes… were even worse.
I had reached the plateau on the southern b
