There was once a young girl named Mavis. She was great at fighting, strategizing, and working with others. Her brother was terrible at everything. He couldn't fight, come up with a strategy, or work with others. Their father had to choose which one would lead the camp while he was away. So he went with the one that could do "anything" as he put it and picked his (less than) bright son. Mavis was shocked. She knew her father, but she didn't think he thought her brother could do anything. Mavis started to tear up, and so she ran home.