It had been 12 years since the Dark Wanderer passed through the grand village of Lut Golein, searching for the sacred Tomb of Tal Rasha. About 6months after the fateful day when monsters invaded the town, Lut Golein heard news that the powerful group of warriors who were chasing the wanderer killed Mephisto, Lord of Hatred; Diablo, Lord of Terror; and the Great Baal, Lord of Destruction. The town was really happy with the news, and they lay down all precautions, and once again became a port with travelers coming in and out, traders and merchants alike came in the ships and across the deserts to come to the famous trading port.
Today was one of these days; life in Lut Golein had its busy afternoon buzz. The central "stadium", as it was called, had trading tents and carpets spread all over. People hung there, gossiping, buying, and selling alike. Gold spun from hand-to-hand, and everyone seemed quite happy with how business and life were going altogether.
Three people seemed quite discontent though. Lythna; the young merchant daughter of the king, Jerhyn, was quite disappointed that everyday she woke up to the same make-and-trade life routine. Beside her, Kyro, a young abandoned boy who lived off making magic tricks, was getting tired of having to perform tricks to get a low budget of money, and always use all of his money to find shelter and food. The third person was Neftón, the son of one of the city guards. He had always dreamt on becoming a warrior, but reminded by his father, warrior now a-days was as useless a job as it could be.

Interesting enough, the three teenagers were together. The three of them were sitting on Kyro's Mat. Kyro was performing his usual magic tricks, entertaining the other two.

"How do you do that?" Lythna asked, intrigued by the tricks. The one he had just done was to make a card turn into a gold coin.

"Magic." Kyro mocked. Noticing that Lythna's face became cross at the moment, but lightened into a smirk right after.

"Who are you?" Neftón asked, intrigued at how the teenager could mix both aspects of tricks with magic. He was sure the kid had some knowledge of the magic arts, or else he wouldn't be able to perform half of these tricks.

"Kyro." The young street kid said, grinning "I know that you, girl, you're the king's daughter, Lythna, and you, you're...who are you?" He said, as a sweat drop slipped down his brow. He knew Lythna from sight but had never expected to talk to her. He had already seen that kid before, but he knew nothing of him.

"I'm Neftón, son of Nigel." The warrior-like teenager said, smiling slightly. He knew his father was well known, and at the mention of the name, Kyro's eyebrows had been raised.

The three smiled and kept talking, until dark clouds had suddenly covered the sunny desert, and cold raindrops, fell like thousands of heavy thick needles. They hit the people in the streets, who quickly dismounted their tents and ran to get cover. Kyro rolled up his mat and magic materials and smile sheepishly at his two new friends.

"Come on, I know a place you two will find quite interesting, we can keep talking there." Kyro said, a sly grin was forming in his lips. He turned around and ran down the street, water splashing as his footsteps hit puddles of water.

The other two teenagers ran at his back, having to be cautious not to slip and fall. They ran down a dark alley, and into a small locked tavern, through its' open window. Inside, they ran up a spiral staircase and found themselves on the top of the building. The building top had a canvas sheet tied to some poles, holding it over the rooftop.

Kyro sat down at the edge of the building, signaling for his two friends to do so too. Both of them sat beside him, either one on one side. Their eyes widened in awe, as they noticed that they could see the whole city of Lut Golein from there, its' lights shining everywhere, because of the cloudy afternoon, and quick falling nightfall. The three teenagers sat there, speechless for a long, watching the city, in a rare beauty that not every person had the pleasure of watching.

It seemed that forever had passed when Lythna finally got up. She started to the exit, with a sad look on her face.

"Why are you leaving?" Neftón and Kyro asked together. She just shook her head and left, without one single word. Kyro was quite frustrated at this, but Neftón suddenly pointed something out.

"She's the princess, and her father is probably worried sick. The guards probably said she was with us when she disappeared in a series of alleyways. She went because she didn't want to get us into trouble; she knew her father wouldn't forgive us even if she assured him that we did her no harm. Poor Lythna, being a princess must really be a hard task.

"Well, it's better then being an abandoned kid who had to do tricks with cards and dice to get a terrible budget, and almost not be able to survive without wasting all his money." Kyro whipped back, quite stressed at the fact that Neftón thought that Lythna could leave them without even saying "good-bye".

"Well, at least you're free to do what you want. Nadia has to obey her father, or else he'll lock her in the palace, and not let her explore the town without guards beside her. I'm still not as free as you, because my father keeps a watchful eye on me, but he gives me much more liberty then King Jerhyn gives the Princess." Neftón said, calmly. He sighed and then looked at Kyro "I really have to get going too, it's dark and my mother will be worried if I'm not home by dinner time. Good-bye Magic Kyro."

"Good-bye Warrior Neftón." Kyro said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He stood up and followed Neftón outside the building, where they split paths. Kyro went to the small inn where he usually slept in, and Neftón went to his house, on the portside of the large city.

It had been a good day, but Kyro was not sleepy. He decided to go about the city, and think of life...