I was born in Caemlyn, the second unwanted child in a lousy excuse for a family. My mother never was quite sure who of all her so called "friends", was my father but that never seemed to bother her much. I spent most of my time on the streets trying to make a living by stealing, begging or cheating with cards. Eventually I went into one of the only two professions possible for a child like me. Let us just say I did not follow in the foot steps of my mother...

I had nothing but my pride, my dagger and my belief that the Light would one day chose my path for me. My childhood gave me a deeply rooted distrust in just about everyone, and a disliking for Andor in general and Caemlyn in particular. When I finally left that Lightforsaken city, I so hated the place and it's people, I wanted to go to the one place citizens of Andor would never be welcomed, Amadicia.

When I came, I was a scared young girl, more or less expecting to be trampled on, as I had before. I was not... The first one to help me hunt was a Child of Light, the first one to give me advice on armor was a Child of Light, the first one to give me a decent dagger to fight with was a Child of Light, as was it a Child who thought me how to use that dagger against Shadowspawn and Seanchan...

The Children kept the distrusting little girl alive and I found my peace in Amadicia, under their banner. With time adopting their believes and becoming a Child myself.