You’ve always been somewhat aware that your parents weren’t your biological ones. It was never discussed, but you somehow always had the feeling.

This feeling was confirmed when, while waiting for your parents to pick you up from school, you were pulled into the passengers seat of a purple car. Before you can do anything, the doors lock and you turn your head to see a woman in the drivers seat, quickly moving to speed out of the school parking lot. For some reason, you feel a connection to her.

“Don’t panic, little star, I know this is a lot to take in.”