My story begins over 270 years ago, when this part of Islao was founder by eight explorers.
They were send out by their Leader from the West side of the island, not only because their land could hold no more people, but to learn more about the wonderful island they call home.
After weeks at sea, their raft crashed upon the shores of this land, a once beautiful city, now in ruins.
Amoung the survivors was a woman named Taji.
She had a head for science and worked hard to restore the the Alchemy.
Taji would die a young woman due to a work accident. The lab blew up from the very first portion the chief had made, killing Taji.
But she left a young daughter who carried her name and love of science and of herbs.

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Life is hard. So put on your big girl panties and deal with it.