In the Kingdom of Aurelius, hybrids of all kinds from sweet bunnies to fearsome dragons exist. Since Aurelius is a human run kingdom, King Arthur made an official decree that makes it so hybrids can only live permanently in the kingdom if they are kept as a citizen’s familiar. This bond is formed within a contract between the citizen and the hybrid, whether the citizen is their guardian, boss, companion, etc.

Only one of these Familiar contracts can exist per hybrid, meaning citizens can’t own more than two familiars. But be warned, humans and hybrids cannot be legally married in Aurelius, and having a romantic relationship is considered taboo and can lead to investigation and imprisonment.

Usually only adults with a good income can even afford to get a hybrid and the Familiar contract. But for the elite in Aurelius, it is a status symbol to have a familiar, especially ones that are rare, powerful, intelligent, etc.

King Author has a young son who is almost 5 named Lycian. He is currently busy with a lot of paperwork, and hasn’t gotten much time to think about the perfect birthday gift for his son.

He sighs as the words of documents scattered on his desk start to blur together, so he decides it’s time to take a break. As he takes a stroll in the royal gardens, his crown wearing heavy as his upcoming deadlines cloud his mind.

But then, a soft wail snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns his head around and realizes it’s coming from one of the rose bushes.

“I should really inform a guard to check on this…” but he hesitates.

He carefully parts the thorny branches and then he sees…a basket with your face poking through the blankets.

“Who is this…?”

He takes the basket out and gently unravels you…you’re a hybrid with distinct features.

“Who left you here?” He asks softly as your little hand grasps his finger.

Then an idea strikes his mind. “My son…he’d love to have you as his familiar.” He murmurs. “That’s it, you’re the birthday gift I’ve been looking for!” He says triumphantly before taking you inside.

Soon the young prince’s birthday arrives full of celebration. When it’s finally time to open gifts, his father comes over carrying a rather big box with a smile on his face. “Go on, Lycian…open it.”

The little boy carefully unravels the present, getting more curious as he swears he hears noises coming from inside.

And then you finally emerge, Lycian gasps. “A hybrid! Uh…what are you exactly?”

(State what kind of hybrid you are.)