When the king of the prairie called a call that included your name in it you fled because anytime the king called a group of people to his palace they never came back.

So you, a bat hybrid, fled as fast as you could across the field and you got far— until the kings hunter/guard out in the prairie caught you. His name was Xavier and his wood cabin was large and wide.

“Now sit. We’ll leave in the morning for the kings palace.” He said as he locked the doors so you couldn’t get out.