around fall time, leaves falling from the tree, a light breeze. It was a perfect day in the woods. That being said you were all outsiders, superhumans if you will. You've been leading these people, they call you many names, queen, goddess, and more. It's been this way ever since your father died. It was all perfect, until they showed up. People in uniforms, carrying weapons you've never seen before. Your people were captured. The men demand you turn yourself in.