History: Kossara was born to mother Elia Ronnon and father Drak MacConagh. Her mother was the personal physician to the Lady of Reflection Isle and her father was the head of the royal guard. Sara loved her parents dearly. They were gentle and loving and also loved each other very much. At a very young age Kossara expressed interest in learning her mother's trade and began apprenticing as a healer. While her father instructed her in the arts of combat together with the young Lady and Lord.

Her close to idyllic childhood was shattered one day when her father and mother went out with the royal family on official business. During the trip an attempt was made on the life of the royal family and her father had given his life to protect his charges and assure that they made it all safe back home.

Her mother was desolate after the loss of her mate, but her unendless love for her child inspired her to be strong and continue on. Although she became more concerned with her daughter's safety and insisted she train even harder in combat to be able to protect herself should the need ever arise. And while severely damaged, their little family recovered with the help and support of the Lady and her children, with whom Sara was as close as brother and sister.

Kossara grew into a little less boisterous young woman and around that time her mother began to notice a shift in her daughter's affection towards the young Lady of the Isle. True, the girls were always close, but Elia had started noticing the lingering looks full of longing and not a small amount of lust her daughter was directing at the young Lady. Not particularly worried that her daughter was lusting after another girl, her mother was more worried of the official difficulties this might pose for the royal family. A tryst with the daughter of the royal physician might not be too frowned upon, but it still might throw a shadow over the royal name and her daughter would most definitely get hurt in the process.

So trying for an out of sight out of mind solution her mother decided to send her daughter as an apprentice of one of the most prominent royal healers serving on one of the Isle's merchant ships. Not simply to put some distance between Kossara and the object of her affection/lust, but also to garner more experience in practicing emergency and field medicine.

Kossara didn't object. She was eager to learn new ways to treat wounds and care for patients in the field, without the security of a fully equipped royal hospital. She did pout a little that she wouldn't be able to spend more time with her love interest.

Elia didn't know she would regret her decision to send her daughter away even under the guise of the very reasonable excuse to accumulate more experience as a physician.

At nineteen years of age the young apprentice healer set sail with one of the Isle's merchant ships and began an exciting new adventure. She loved working on the ship, relished the constraints of field medicine and how it spurred her to discover and learn new methods of healing and treating patients. Her teacher who sailed far and wide had picked up a very diverse knowledge in medicine, including some methods her mother never used. He dared not teach her those as per her mother's instructions. For as loving and open-minded as she was with her child and her preferences, she could be quite rigid when it came to medicine and the correct way to practice it. Still Kossara was smart and very observant and managed to learn this and that. Some herbal remedies. Often times she would witness Rom, her healer teacher, treat patients in a very strange way by sticking needles in them.

Life on the ship was fun and rewarding even devoid of the luxuries she'd had on the Isle. Whenever the ship would return ashore, she would spend time with her mother. Study with her, tell her of all the new things she was learning, taking care not to mention any of the more unorthodox methods. Spending time with her childhood friends, the young Lady and Lord. And though with time she did grow out of love, or rather lust, with the young Lady of the Isle, like her mother had hoped, she never really grew out of love with the ladies. And one eventful night, at twenty-two, when their ship was docked at port in Vernon, she had a rather fateful encounter with a very, very... very willing young bar wench to whom she didn't quite manage to lose her virginity, but did manage to walk happily away with very enjoyable new experiences.

Three years later it all went to hell. On the way back from Viny their ship was attacked by slavers who killed whoever resisted and kept alive everyone who would be of any value as a slave. The slavers were particularly happy to get two royally trained healers for the price of one. Rom was quickly sold off and Kossara never saw him again. Her, however the slavers decided to keep for themselves aboard the ship. Day in and day out she was forced to tend to the slavers whenever they were heart during raids, cure illnesses unrelated to combat. The art, the gift of healing was slowly but surely perverted and darkened by the monsters she was forced to care for. Although she was carefully watched whenever she would treat a crew-mate, she yearned to sink her tools in the soft exposed and vulnerable spots and finish him or her off, rather than patch them up. And later she would wretch and heave, repulsed by her vicious thoughts and desires.

But the worst was yet to come. At one point one of the slavers decided her knowledge of anatomy would serve them well as a torture tool for the slaves in an effort to persuade them to be more cooperative.

Kossara would refuse each and every time. She would not have her gift darken even further by those slaver bastards. She would rather die first. But she was too valuable to dispatch so the slavers chose to punish her every time she wouldn't cooperate. They would whip her. Beat her. Torture her. They dared not sexually abuse her out of fear it would damage her too much to function. After each punishment she was left to tend to her own healing with little to no materials and supplies.

One night after a particularly vicious beating and whipping she lay half dead on the floor of the sick bay mustering her strength to rise and tend to her wounds. She needed to clean herself and dress the wounds before infection could set in. At first she thought the violent shaking of the ship was due to her weakened state, but she quickly realized the tossing was due to a vicious storm.

Suddenly there was a loud roar, the ship heaved, there was a thunderous crack and she was floating in the bosom of Semelle, Goddess of Thoughts and Freedom.

She woke up disoriented. She was in a bed, in a small room. It was light outside. She ached all over, she was shivering violently even though she was covered generously with blankets. She tried to sit up when a quiet gentle accented voice dissuaded her. "Please, do not move. You are very weak and very ill. Keep your strength, you will need it to heal." The voice lulled her back to sleep and she soon drifted off.

She was bedridden for nearly a month. With the fever coming and going trying relentlessly to finish her off. She was barely conscious during this time. Later, when she was able to stay awake and aware for more than a minute she learned that a traveling shinobi healer had rescued her and brought her to her village deep within the countryside of Endeny. There she stayed, lived and trained with Samira, the healer who had rescued her in the eastern art of healing with herbs, acupuncture, acupressure, meditation and connection to the inner self and spirit. She also trained in the shinobi traditional style of combat.

She yearned to go back to her mother. Assure her she was alive. But she felt disconnected. Almost unworthy of being Elia's daughter. She felt tainted and dirtied by what she had done while under the boot of the slavers. It took the love and devotion of Samira and nearly seven years for Kossara to feel worthy of herself. She was content with her life in the village. She and Samira loved each other and traveled together as migrant healers offering medical care in the more remote locations in Endeny for three more years. Life was good and Kossara began to entertain the thought of returning to her mother. Even after nearly ten years she knew her mother would be overjoyed to know she is alive. She and Samira were all set to leave, when Samira got violently ill and try as she might Kossara was unable to save her.

Desolate Sara set out for the Reflection Isle to seek out her mother of whom she had no news. If she had mourned her death, or if she still hoped beyond hope that her girl was still alive somewhere.

When she arrived at Reflection Isle she experienced a brief sense of coming home, which quickly faded. Although she loved Reflection Isle dearly, it wasn't her home anymore. Samira was. But Samira was gone. All she had now was her mother. The mother she'd left thinking her only daughter was dead. She'd acquired about Elia as soon as she'd made port. She knew her mother was, thankfully, still alive and still serving as the head physician to the Lady of the Isle. Although people told her she was never the same after her daughter was lost at sea when her ship was attacked by slavers on the way back to the Isle.

Mother and daughter reunion wasn't easy. However slowly, but surely the two started to make their way into each other's hearts again.