One blustery winter’s day, a hooded figure left a small baby girl, wrapped in many blankets in a basket on the doorstep of an elderly couple.
The basket contained only the baby, and a paper tag, tied to one of the handles. It read simply, ‘Fyona Felicitus Frogge’.
The couple had never managed to have a child of their own, and they raised the baby girl as if she were theirs. But as she grew, her looks were undeniably too different from that of her adoptive parents, and she suspected she was not always their baby.
After her adoptive parents confirmed her fears, Fyona began to dream of where she may have come from. Perhaps she was from a magic line of sims? A spell caster perhaps!
...She so longed to be special.
Growing up, the other children would laugh at her pokey ears, her buck teeth and her wide hips. She envied their normal-ness. “But so be it,” she thought. “I only look so different because I’m secretly, so very special...”
