The Frozen Sun and the Broken Son

There was a kingdom once. The first. The oldest. The greatest.
Everyone has heard the story of a land of magic and power, yet no one has ever found it. How can this be? Why.
Simply put, that kingdom ended just as others first began. Just as Mesopotamia began building its many clay huts between two rivers, the great kingdom of magic in a frozen land that later became known as Antarctica, Nevaska, was destroyed in an instant.
And no other living Soul ever learned the truth.
And no one ever will.

At least, it seemed so as the glaciers came to ground the remains of great towers of magic into dust, like its inhabitants.
So it seemed as the cold took over, burying what was left in layers and layers of snow and ice over the eons.

So it seemed.. until geologists found a body frozen deep beneath a glacier.
The discovery of the ages. A monster, dead, but not dust.
They uncovered a deathless prince.
They unleashed a bomb.
A bomb that could only flee in fear, afraid of himself, afraid of this strange land.

And the bomb.. found a boy that looked just like him.