I was born to a queen during a tragic ship wreck in which I was the only one who came out alive. I was then marooned on a deserted tropical island (much like the one on Swiss Family Robinson) which I swiftly dubbed Katland. The natives took me in (natives poofed in from no where when I was about five years old. Before then I was raised by wild horses.) and raised me in their culture. They were amazed by things like fire and soap and decided that I was a goddess. I did not complain because after all it was the island of Katland. The natives called me Kaytala which in their language meant Goddess. When I reached the age of sixteen the natives all disappeared in a puff of blue smoke and only remain as the white horse known as Kaytala who resides in the crevaces of my mind. They also left me another gift know as the golden dragon named Tearith (a pernese dragon no less) who is also a figment of my imagination. I left Katland in search of new citizens for my utopia and arrived randomly in Canada and currently attend highschool.

Oh yeah, I write a bit, too.

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