Maddily the Cutie Pie
 
 

     Born of aristocratic blood in the pixie city of Latiafa, she grew up never truly knowing her family. Raised by nurses with very short attention spans, even for a flighty pixie, she spent much time in solitude. The only solace in her life of loneliness were her dreams.

     Visions of a city in the sky, surrounded in living mists, would plague her through night and day. Showing her glimpses of all races, unified and living together as one in peace and harmony, her heart sang to this land of Utopia. Soon it would become her only world, in waking as well as sleep, and would be all that she would speak of. Worrying for their child's health, as well as their own social standing, her parents sent her away to a conclave of healers.

     There she grew, and healed, the dreams subsiding with the many healers constant presence and care. Eventually her dream of a city atop
the clouds and the wonders it contained subsided for good, leaving room for the now happy and loved pixie to explore the wonders of Latiafa.

     She chose for herself the path of a healer at the tender age of 13. She was soon to learn that she had a natural talent for the arts of healing for her mind and body were in tune with the living souls of all fleshy beings. Quickly excelling at her chosen field, she attained her master ship in record time. But her quiet life in healers conclave of Latiafa was soon to be shattered.

     Assailed by a vision, for dream would be too soft a word, of the citadel of mists, she saw the pain and disease that constantly plagued the city and heard its peoples cries for help. Her name was cried and her blood responded to the pleas of the peoples agonies. Wracked with torment from this vision, she soon came to the decision to leave her fair city of wonders. As the night dawned moon less, she took precious little as she stole away into the star strewn sky without a backwards glace  at the cheerfully lit little vale.

     Traveling the long hard road to her city in the clouds, she encountered many peoples, many places, and found many wondrous things, both evil and good. When at last she came upon her citadel of mists, she found there not either vision, the one of peace and harmony nor or disease and death. There she found a mixture of both, in a city full of life and laughter, tears and death. There is where she found herself.