Our story begins in a quiet town just beyond a bustling city, on a night that was very calm and clear. The universe seemed to cover the world in a soft blanket of stars, the wind rocked the trees to sleep, and the moon gave a hope for tomorrows sun. The streets were bare for the day had ended and the citizens had tucked away into their homes for a good nights sleep. A light fog rested over the town.
A petite figure was the only thing to disturb the serenity, it quietly ran throughout the town holding a bundle close to its chest. The creatures dark colors gave no hint to its species nor gender as it continued on, its steps grew heavy and slowed as if its path was being doubted. The figure stopped in front of a large home warmly lit and decorated. It took the bundle from its chest and peered down, a soft meow echoed through the street as a small chubby arm lifted in reach of the figure but the figure only responded in walking to the front door and setting the bundle down. The creature now without the child headed in the opposite direction stopping once to look back as the baby's cry for its mother began, then vanished into the darkness.

An older woman tiptoes out of a room holding a children's book, she shuts the door most of the way but leaves enough room for a sliver of light to rest within the room she had left. The woman, a raccoon, seems to be in her late forties; her silver hair pulled into a tight bun, her face was one of passion and love, and her body worn with years of experiences. She was the mother of the orphanage of sasalk, a quiet town outside of a bustling city. The raccoon made her way down a set of stairs into a open living room where she found a seat on a large recliner next to a bookshelf, she placed the children's book into the shelf amongst stories of adventure, love, and other fairy tales. The woman sighed with content as the house sat in silence, the cleaning had been done and the children fell asleep easily enough on the calm night. The raccoon reached for a large book on top of the bookshelf and opened its pages as soon as she had done that a faint meow was heard. Confused she got up and went to the bottom stair listening for another cry. The house again filled with silence and the raccoon turned away just before crying sounded through the door. The raccoon turned around and opened her front door to find a small bundle on her step. The bundle cried and twisted loosening its blanket revealing a kicking screaming Snow leopard-lynx. The kitten, now curious, stopped its noise and looked up at the raccoon. Surprised that the kitten was out there, the raccoon picked up the baby and looked out into the empty streets. Without a second glance went into the home and shut the door the kitten still in her arms.

The Snow leopard-lynx was brought into the orphanage with open arms and grew up within the warm home knowing the raccoon as her mother and the other orphans as her siblings. The Raccoon, Mother Abra, named her Fairy after the story she had read the children the night the kitten came to the orphanage but when Fairy began to write her own name she spelled it "Fari" and it stuck. Fari was never a girly girl even when she was a toddler, she knew that pink and barbie was not her thing, but with that she also knew hanging with the boys and the woods were exactly where she wanted to do. As Fari became older she began to realize that the quaint town would never fill her adventure wants and was holding her back, though she could never find the courage to leave her beloved home or mother. But with a twist of painful fate mother Abra fell sick and had to have another person come in to take care of the home while she was away. Fari never lost faith and never left Abra's side while she was sick. Abra died on a cold winter night while she slept a few days after catching the fever. With the sad loss of her mother, Fari found it hard to stay and decided to go to the city.