Regina, now crowned the Good Queen, leads with a master hand over the New United Realms.
But, little by little, things change and a shadow spreads.
Fifteen years after, chaos reigns and the heroes will face their worst nightmares.
While they will ta...
To St Exupery, he learned us to love with our heart,
he proved us too that a simple mirage can become the prettiest story.
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Once upon a time there was a man from a distant planet where life and magic reigned. As dreamy as he was, he wanted to discover the universe and its infinite possibilities. It has been endowed since a young age with a magical notebook and a pen that could make real what it inscribed and drew. The idea of a great machine that the earthlings will call "plane" metamorphoses when his finished drawing. His fuel was made of small bright stars. He left his planet and traveled. From planet to planet, from stars to stars... Then one day, he found himself face to face with an immense blue planet. Curious and fascinated, he approached. But it was then that the "fuel" was missing. The aircraft was attracted to the planet, the city increasing and the young airman losing control. He closed his eyes. He felt death approaching.
He opened his eyes, painfully.
He removed his protective specs. From what he could see, he was in an immense desert in which the heat was overwhelming despite the wind that made the sand fly and whistle his ears already buzzing because of the accident. The sand was hot, but he got used to it. He turns his head and sees his plane half sunk into the sand with a detached wing and burnt propellers.
"Hey!!!" He mustered, several times, looking for a sign of life. He walked, painfully, and then fell backwards. Rummaging in his pocket, he was surprised to find that his notebook and pen were still there. As if by magic.
He took them out, They were intact. He opened it and grabbed his pen. What he wanted was to be accompanied by someone. Someone who is pure and candid, without the apprehension of adults, someone who can put him back into childhood. A child. He began to erect the portrait of the character to wish: a sparkling blonde that could be confused with the sand, blue eyes, the color of sky's reflect in water, he also dreamed of right now, a green suit like grass and a yellow scarf dancing on the rhythm of the wind. It was in a whirlwind of small stars that the child appeared. "Who are you?" He asked with his little voice. "My name is Antoine, And you, you will be my Little Prince."
