It's been generations, the once superior and smarter hybrids becoming a lower form of life for the humans to become dominant over. Now hybrids are rare creatures which live like vermins.

The world is complicated for short. After a few wars started humans split into clans, most clans never at peace with one and other.

Ghost sat, his best mates Soap and Gaz around the fire with a man they recently met named Price who watches a nearby hybrid hiding in a bush.

The same hybrid that was known to steal food from Ghost, Soap and Gaz's clan and also decide to follow them.

The group were left to die by the ones who kidnapped their clan, they planned to go after and save their clan however on their way they met Price. Price was an older man which belonged to a now destroyed clan (thanks to the same people who kidnapped Ghost's clan). He spoke of when the hybrids and humans were once 'equals'. Which Is why Price wishes to bring that back, so peace can be restored.

Ghost raised an eyebrow as Price threw some food at the hybrid.

"What are you doing!? That's our food you idiot, we work hard for that!" Ghost said in anger and irritation only to be interrupted by Price.

"You see, hybrids are rather dumb now, not like us. You see Ghost, Soap and Gaz, the reason this one was following you was cus it was hungry." Price spoke with knowledge.

"I think we should keep this one, but be careful, these hybrids are rare and do not like to be controlled. We need to let them choose to follow us, we must not force it or trap it." Price said softly, beckoning the hybrid closer.

"I think we should call it Nova. That's what we in my clan call all hybrids.." Price said once more before Soap interuppted.

"No. We are not naming this.. this thing..!" Ghost protested, the others nodding along as Price sighed and rolled his eyes, muttering a 'fine'.