T'sora Lorelli was born and raised in Karinah’siol to a loving set of Elven parents of decent social standing. Life was lovely, in those younger years; T'sora demonstrated a talent towards the arts, and even as young as she was, her Father, named Solas Lorelli, sang proud praises, assured that his Daughter would one day move on to be a valued student at the Eternal Library. Life was so much easier back then, when the young Elf's days were filled with running through winding meadows, her mother reading her old tales about subjects spanning from the construction of the Silver Citadel, all the way to Kalenz Uradir and his historical madness, underneath clear sunlight, a breeze tinged with the smell of clean water wafting through her hair.
Then, when T'sora was just 13 years old, she found something.
It was a pillar, long forgotten and hidden in nearby foliage. She ventured out at her Mother's--Astra--request to collect and gather herbs for her potions shop. T'sora was in the midst of clipping a picote flower when her eyes fell upon the pillar, standing alone amidst a miniature sea of ruins. The overgrown site reminded T'sora of some stories she read about in her studies, and wondered if this was from any of them. Perhaps the remnants of the Fall of Aegis, or something similar? The thought was tantalizing and, as if she were a moth drawn to an open flame, T'sora moved closer to the pillar; as her fingertips brushed the rough service, her mind was flooded with a rush of images. A voice crept at the edges of T'sora's mind, overwhelming her senses.
A child? Not my first choice, but one cannot be too picky under these circumstances. Come forth, girl--let me show you something.
Lost, T'sora could only obey as she was drawn forward, leaving everything of her past behind her.
She awoke much later, alone and in the forest with no recollection of who she was. She began travelling aimlessly, teaching herself to hunt and to defend herself. And every night as she lay to sleep underneath a slathering of starlight, she would press a hand to her chest, just over her heart, feeling as though something were missing.
