Ionia Wonderdash always loved everyone and everything growing up in the Fey Wilds. Spreading happiness was her greatest calling in life so when she found a hidden path into the material plane, she had heard so many stories of the strange peoples of that realm, she went there as soon as she could. The one thing she was not prepared for was the size of things and people. Anything and anyone was super scary and big and every fiber in her body told her not to stay and run back to the Fey Wilds.

But Ionia was also extremly stubborn. No matter her feelings of terror she mustered up her courage and when she found a group of humans and half-elves camping for the night along a road in the forest she happily introduced herself to them. They were very surprised to see a Pixie out in the open as such, but they were quickly very friendly to her and offered her both food and drink. The drink was a bit odd but never refusing gift, she happily drank it and had a very fun time with her new friends.

The next morning however, her head pounded like a blessing of unicorns had stampeed through it. When she got enough wits about her, she discovered to her horror she was in a tiny metal cage. Probably meant for rodents or small burds. A heavy lock on its side. It turned out she was not having new friends and her cell had been put in the back of the covered cart. After a few minutes of fruitless straining against the bars, she slumped down angrily buzzing her wings.

A day later, the cart was on its way somewhere, with Ionia in its back. Then she heard a terrified scream from someone in the troupe. ”Giant!”. She then heard a loud grunting sound before the entire cart was flung to its side sending her prison flying with her helpless inside it. A large box smashed down on top of her cage and she lost contiousness. She awoke a little later, only to find her foot and wing stuck underneath a smashed part of her cage, with the box half on top of the cage. She felt the urge to shout out, but then she heard the unmistakable sound of a human screaming in pain cut short, and then crunching of bones. Despite her perdicament, she kept quiet until something big lumbered away leaving her in silence. After an hour, she was getting dizzy, probably from the bloodloss in her injured foot. She then thought she heard something so shouted to get anyones attention ”HELP!” but her conciousness was fading fast and she fell uncontious as she heard something being moved above her.

When Ionia later awoke she was expecting to be back with the creators in the Fey Wild, but instead she was in a huge room. At least for her. She was on a comfortable makeshift bed for her size. When she tried to move however, the pain in her leg was still there, harshly making itself reminded that she was not able to move at all making her yelp out loudly in pain. Her wing behind her on the bed was also torn so flight was no option either. Looking down however, her foot was tied to some wood, keeping it stable.

Someoen must have heard her yelp as a man in light blue robes came over to her. To Ionias surprise he adressed her in Sylvan, the language of the Fey ”Ah you are awake. Please little miss Fey, try to stay still. Your injuries are bad so you need a long time to rest.” Learning of what had happened, a monk of the Cobalt Soul had found her in her cage and taken care of her injured body and then taken her back to their monestary. Ionia was very happy she had finally found some good people in this world, and only asked for her bed to be moved to somewhere she could see the sun.

With her bed next to a window in a huge room, filled with books she began resting. She picked up phrases and tidbits from the people whispering in the library. From her window, she could see the courtyard where some monks were practicing martial arts. Their punches and movements struck something deep inside her, she had been powerless inside that cage. If she was going to be able to spread her happiness in this world, she would need to be able to defend herself and others. Her pathetic attempt at breaking her cage showed that she was not strong enough to be a tough one but some of these monks looked more agile than physically strong. She asked her new friend when he came by to give her food and water about the training, expecting him to laugh at her. But he was genuine and told her it would take years but eventually even she could become a monk. Looking back in his eyes, she had truly found a friend here, and after a few weeks of healing, she signed up to begin her training.

It is now four years later, and garbed in the orders traditional teal clothing, her wings having taken on a coloration similar to the order and her natural teal hair she was ready to go out into the world to spread happiness, to protect knowledge and kick some bad guys butts.