And so began our heroes quest to find Pete and retrieve the stolen Diamagic! Setting out from the small and quiet village, the duo crossed the Forest Of Mire, Hawk's Pass and the Plains Of Solitude until they finally reached Grand Haven, the capital of the Dolmen Kingdom. Mickey was astonished by the sight of many people and massive buildings that stood high in the sky, "Wow! I had no idea that big cities were so... Well, big!" He said, looking around in awe. "Well, you'll be surprised by how many people are going to come to a city and see the place. I should know, I come from a city myself." Iron Mask replied as he put his hands in his trenchcoat's pockets while they walked together through the streets. "Hey pal, want a magic street map?" Asked a vendor, "No way, what you need is a pair of seven league slippers!" Said another before more of the vendors began to surround them in order to pedal their wares. One of them accidentally shoved a soup ladle into Mickey's mouth, "Ugh, that's awful! It's the worst soup I've ever tasted in my life!" He said, spluttering as his face began to turn green. "His face is turning green! That means the spell is working!" The vendor said. Mickey looked at him, "Spell? You three are wizards?" He asked, the vendor scoffed, "Of course we are! Everyone here is! We're here for the qualifiers for the grand sorcerer's tournament!" The vendor replied. Mickey tilted his head in confusion, "What's that?" Iron Mask asked, stepping forward, they all turned and gave him a strange look. "Haven't you two heard? It's a big competition where wizards pool their diamagics as stakes! Whoever completes all the challenges and conquers all the magic crystals will be unite them to recreate the crown of the supreme sorcerers!" The vendor said before slurping his soup. 

"It's all the same to me! I just wanna find Pete and get my rain crystal back! I know he's here in this city, do you know him?" Mickey asked the vendor, who gasped. "Unfortunately yes, he's been playing pranks on the other wizards since he got here! He's staying in the plucked owl inn! If I were you, I would stay away from him and his cronies!" Said another vendor. "That's all the information that we need, let's go! I'm going to wipe the smile off Pete's face!" Mickey said, his expression that made Iron Mask feel rather uneasy. "Mickey, word of advice: Don't let Pete get under your skin. That's what he wants to happen, he'll probably take the chance to exploit this opportunity." He said as he watched the young wizard storm through the streets towards the inn. But trouble lay ahead for the young mouse, as Pete revealed that the only way for Mickey to win back his Diamagic was to face Pete's team of the wizards, the black phantoms, in the tournament. There was only one problem, Mickey wasn't part of a team and every time he tried to join one, he was rejected. Mickey sat on the steps with a defeated look on his face, "This is hopeless! The tournament's gonna be over before I even sign up!" He said, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure there's a team that will accept you." Iron Mask said as he sat down beside him, "Why does it matter anymore if I'm not a real wizard?" Mickey replied, "Cheer up pal, why don't have some of my tonic!" Said another voice, "No thanks, I've had enough of your recip-." Mickey replied as he turned to see a tall fellow beside him.