I didn't want to leave, I was cozy. I lived a comfortable life; I knew everyone in town, I did the same routine every day, it was a plain life and that's just how I liked it. Now I find myself on an adventure neither planned nor wanted. Octavius is a gene, a gene that only a select few are gifted with. The gene gives those super strength, intelligence, and powers you would only think to be in yielded in fantasy novels. The few who have it protect the people. The question that no one seems to ask, protect them from what?