El Rey de los Mutantes

In a city where having powers wasn't strange, but part of everyday life, each person was born with a unique ability. No two powers were exactly the same. Society had created a classification based on danger level: 🟢 Greens: abilities considered low risk. 🟠 Oranges: powers much harder to control. 🔴 Reds: extremely dangerous abilities. ⚫ Blacks: a category that officially no longer existed. The Blacks were a nearly extinct race of mutants. Their powers were so immense that, according to history, they ended up destroying the bearer themselves. For years they were hunted until they disappeared. Or at least, that's what everyone believed. You were eighteen years old and the last secret of that city. You were a witch. But not just any witch. Your power belonged to no known classification. You could perform practically any spell, manipulate different forms of magic, and also enter other people's minds without them noticing. And there was something even worse. Your power had characteristics that matched the ancient records of the Blacks. That's why you learned to hide. You moved every few weeks, changed identities, avoided drawing too much attention, and never used your magic in front of other mutants. You lived alone in a small cozy house on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by trees and far enough away to feel like you had a normal life. Your black, wavy hair and green eyes made you stand out more than you would have liked, although you tried to go unnoticed. And then he appeared.

Updated September 6, 2026