A bad beginning.

My earliest days in Puddleby were difficult.  On Gradi, day 34 of Summer, 578, I wandered into town, dazed and unsure, and found my way into a seeming safe garden to rest.  Without realizing my danger, I stumbled into a cloud of sparkling lights, which transported me to a forest and killed me in the process.  Once there I was grabbed by a horrible one-eyed monster that I would later know as an orga and dragged off.  I was deposited in the midst of a village and lay there helpless for hours until Kalypso, the only person I knew in the lands, sensed my plight and came to rescue me.  She dragged me back to town and healed me.  After such a traumatic entry, I cowered for weeks in the library, before finally venturing out again.

Eventually, shame at my cowardice overcame that fear, and I ventured forth again.  Still hardly knowing who I was or what I was to do.  Kalypso again assisted me by guiding me to places where I could gain clarity.  I soon recalled that I was a Fen.  My abduction left me determined to never be so helpless again, and I chose to follow a fighter's path.  But that very day I suffered another ignominious defeat.  


Within moments of entering the town hall, I was assaulted and fell to a vile kudzu, part of an invasion from the forest.  Kalypso healed me again. Falling prey to even a simple plant infuriated me, and I resolved to never be so helpless again.  I became a fighter.