I suppose for everything to make sense, i must start at the very beginning of my life. Obviously, i dont remember any of it, so this is based on what my adopted father told me.
When i was a baby, i was abandoned in a corner of Eveegreen Meadows, wraped carefullly in a blanket and tucked in a basket. Mr. Fitzshine, an alpaca farmer and my adopted father, was leading his alpacas home when he noticed me crying under the shade of a tree. He led the fuzzy animals towards me, and i imediately callmed down. He looked at the blanket i was wrapped in, and noticed that Snoelle was embroidred on it. I reached out my hand and touched an alpaca, cooing the whole time. He could tell i had a connection with animals. That was the point that Mr. Fitzshine decided to take me home and adopt me. Because of the blanket, he called me Snoelle.
I was raised with animals my entire life and loved it. Father taught me eveything i would ever need to know, including self defence. Honestly, my life was perfect, except one thing: i always wish i knew more about my parents.
As a young child, i would daydream about them. Some days, they were royalty, and i was secretly a princess. Other days, they were tirants, and i would be the one to defeat them. It was like my life was a real fairy tale, and i just had to fiigure out which one it was.
I grew up of course, and slowly stoped dreaming about my parents. I became more content with the life i had.
Then Father got sick. He told me over and over that he wasn’t in pain, but i’m not sure if he would say so if he was. Only a few days later, he died peacefully in the night. To this day, i have kept up the business, and i intend to keep it that way.
I don’t know if i will ever really did out what my name means, but i know that i am a Fitzshine, and that is what matters.