Deep within the forests of Acadia, in a curiously moonlit field of
wildflowers, exactly three minutes after the New Moon had reached its zenith
in the night sky...a tiny bundle of ebony fur, teeth and sharp little claws
was born. And her name was Lorelei. On that same night, just moments after
her mother named her and given her her first meal, Lorelei's  mother
disappeared. The circumstances of which remain a mystery. While the young
kitten was still napping, a fluttery pixie with glittering wings kissed
Lorelei on the nose, waking her up. Both kitten and pixie were enchanted
with each other. The pixie was called Tianna and finding that Lorelei was an
orphan saddened her greatly. Tianna invited Lorelei back to her village to
live, and Lorelei accepted.

And so Lorelei was raised by the pixies of Acadia, each accepting the other
as their own. And she learned all of their mischevious ways. She learned to
frolick in the sun, though the moonlit nights always called to her, enticing
her to explore the world on her own under a canopy of stars. She spent hours
and hours with the elder pixies, learning the ways of the world, learning
that there were other...worlds. And as she grew older, Lorelei became more
and more intrigued with the idea that there were more worlds than just
Acadia. The more she learned, the more restless she grew. Though the pixies
were her family and she loved them, she decided that she needed to go on an
adventure. Though the pixies were sad, they agreed that Lorelei should go on
an adventure.

So the pixies armed Lorelei with a small rucksack filled with food, a small
dagger, and a vial of pixie dust. They gave her knowledge of distant
relatives in the forests of a world they called Jhoira, they gave her a map
and pointed her east and after many tears had fallen and hugs given, they
sent young Lorelei on her way. It was the day after her seventeenth
birthday.

Lorelei spent day after day walking. She explored what she figured was every
nook and cranny of Acadia. Eventually she came to a flowing river, and as
she looked for a shallow place to cross, she noticed the air was thicker in
some spots than it was in others. Intrigued, she stepped into the fog. First
her nose went, then her ears, her torso and her tail. As she stepped through
the fog and then looked behind her, she noticed it was the same...yet
different. So Lorelei wandered this new forest. She learned its
name...Loxnarcla. She explored, perfecting her skills of stealth and
avoidance, and eventually she came to a circle of trees. Atop the trees, in
the canopy above, young Lorelei came upon a fairy, whom she found to be the
distant relative that the pixies had spoken of. She recanted her existence
from her small beginnings to her life with the pixies (with only seven
interruptions!) and the adventures (and sometimes mishaps) that her curious
nature meted out to her. The fairy told Lorelei of the other faries who
lived in the treetops above Loxnarcla and invited the young feline to live
with them for as long as she saw fit. And so Lorelei explored Loxnarcla. She
hunted with panthers, ran with wolves, and played daring games with the
seven dwarves. She earned respect for herself by fearlessly venturing into
the scary Castle Avliva where an apprentice was so enchanted by Lorelei's
uncanny beauty that he taught her how to shift herself throughout the realm
by way of a mystical gating spell, and so she was able to explore more of
her new world, Jhoira. On her adventures, Lorelei met crusaders and mages
and dragons. She even found a land called Fizzledink, which housed a town
filled with curiously strange blue beings called Smurfs and she decided that
as nice as they seemed on the outside that the Smurfs had frightful ulterior
motives and were a bit scary. In Gimpville, she met another feline named
Gabriel and they became fast friends. Gabriel introduced Lorelei to
something called a Casino and eventually Lorelei decided that that was a
very naughty thing for him to do. Yes, Lorelei explored and learned many
things.She me healers and gnomes who sent her on quests through the realm.
She learned that contrary to popular legends, felines have more than nine
lives. And she learned how to accept each death with dignity, grace, and a
little bit of humour. And although she lives a full and adventurous life
surrounded by new experiences and new friends she misses her pixie haven.
And no matter where she is, no matter what she is doing, an occasional
thought tugs at her conscience...Who am I really? Who do I belong to, and
where do I go from here?