There are three things that every Amazon knows.
1.) Wizards/Witches usually are not friendly towards us.
2.) We have magic armor that can protect us from even the most deadliest spell a wizard or witch can perform.
And 3.) Don't mess with us, because we are bad asses.
Ever since the Fall of Troy, the Amazons where thought to be extinct, but that's a lie, as you can tell. We haven't been extinct, but have been living right under your noses, just as the wizards, and witches are. At the same time, only a few of them know that we exist. But it was for our protection, just as it was for theirs, since both of us haven't gotten along at all.
Since the Middle Ages, both our kinds were on the brink of destruction, as Witch Hunts hunted not only the wizards, but also us. And most of the time, the witches pointed the blame on us! Saying we were the witches, and that they were the poor victims. During this time, you can see that we were angry, so we just disappeared. Tribes separated, and moved to the "New World", and soon, we even disappeared into the forests around both the Muggles, and the wizards. We didn't want anything to do with them, and they were all just happy being left alone. So we lived in peace till the day when an owl came to my mother Reine, the Queen of the Sparrow Tribe of Michigan, in the United States of America, asking for help.
And that is how this basically started, of when the Amazons finally resurfaced, and battled a foe that we have not battled in a long time.
My name you ask?
For now call me Morrigan, Morrigan the Brave.