Afaari backstory

I miss my mommy.  She always told me I was special.  "My little blessing", she would say, "my precious little girl".  I don't feel very precious anymore.  I can't find mommy anywhere, I've looked all over the big city.  I remember when I had a house with mommy and daddy. It was really small, but it was home, and it was warm.  Now all the nights are cold, oh so cold.  I miss home.  I hope the bad men didn't hurt her.  I was 8 and a quarter years old when it happened. They knocked hard on the door until mommy went to tell them to leave, but when she got to the door they burst in.  One knocked her down, and the others threw all our stuff around until they found mommy's lock box.  Mommy's lock box was a small metal box where she kept all our money and her favourite jewelry.  The men tried to break it open but it was a strong  box. They kept yelling at her "Where's the key?" and hitting her but she wouldn't tell them. 'That little box has everything in it, without it my daughter and I will die' she screamed at them.  I don't think they had noticed me before then; my mommy had always told me I was too quiet when I got scared.  I started to cry when all their faces turned towards me, and then more tears fell when I felt cold metal against my cheek.  "Where's the key or your precious daughter won't live anyway", hissed past from behind my ear.  My mother started sobbing more, begging them not to hurt me.  "She's special", she cried, "Don't hurt her please, oh god please".  I remember feeling a warm wetness from just below my eye, and looking down at the small stream of red soaking into my grey pants.  Then all I remember is heat.  That was the last time I saw mommy.  I've been looking for her or our house by I can't find them anymore.  I have my favourite doll with me but all her fabric is black and smells now.  I think I must have fallen asleep with her too close to the fire again.  I gave up looking for mommy when I turned nine.  I knew it was my birthday because mommy told me the leaves change their colours every year to wish me happy birthday.  I've survived on the streets since then.  Our section of the city always had lots of other kids without houses running around, so I fit in with them.  I've never really been good at making friends though, and while I know many of the others children, I don't think many of them like me very much.  These last few months I think I've finally been realizing what my mother meant when she called me special.  You see, I found a Fey.  Kilisse found me one night, when I was crying myself to sleep in the snow.  She gave off this loving warmth, and stayed with me that night keeping me warm.  Kilisse saved my life, and told me I had a gift.  A talent for the unspeakable; magic. She promised me everything would be okay, and if I agreed to follow her ways I could tap further into my gift.  A "warlock", she called me.  I think I like that, it's strong, like my mommy was.  I've been practicing spells Kilisse taught me for a while now, as well as finding I had some inside me the whole time.  I can make the children who don't like me, like me again, if only for a little while.  They were so mean after, but Kilisse reminded me I was only doing what I needed to to I could stay alive, so it was okay.  I wish I didn't need to steal food this way, but I will do whatever I need to to stay alive, and continue following Kilisse. It's the least I can do.  Maybe one day I can find out what happened to mommy.