Imagine being born in a world where nothing is impossible. Shifters from all kinds run through plains and hills, mer-people share the vast expanse of the ocean with sirens, water spirits and other creatures of the sea. Basically, everything you can imagine, it roams free in my world.

Well, almost.

The rules used to be simple; you paid respect to the territory you crossed, and the creatures that have claimed it their own. Every species has its representatives, who'll together form the Counsil. Ah, I still remember those days, the days where every critter had a chance to run free. If we stumbled upon someone we deemed worthy, we'd become their Familiar and protect them with our lives.

Now?

Now every inhuman creature risks being captured, for sport and for glory. Nobody knows why or when the balance has shifted, but every Familiar now had to run for their lives, watch without being watched and always having to look over our shoulders. The Council's hands are bound as there's nothing they can do to stop their people from forcing a bond upon us.

Now, I can hear you wonder...what am I?

I am everything and yet nothing at the same time.

I am a copycat.