The golden lady that came to be known as Farrah as an orphan, with no recollection of her past. She simply came into existence in the small town of Goldshire, nude and unaware of her surroundings. A young woman by appearance, the mind of the would be paladin was still that of a child. This immaculate conception would take days for her mind to catch up to her body, and leave her with questions of her existence for a long time to come. She'd stumbled into the Lion's Pride inn, where one of the matrons had taken pity on her. The older woman clothed the girl and paid for a room for her, but Farrah refused that. She didn't want to sleep alone, for there was darkness all around her. Perplexed, the matron agreed to let this mysterious blond stay in her room.

Farrah's first night of slumber found her experiencing dreams of another lifetime. Her skin was as dark as the dirt beneath the inn, her eyes shone of an uncanny wisdom, and her grim expression was something etched in Farrah's mind to this day. The dream-woman seemed to be in constant battle, melting the flesh off of the undead, slicing across the faces of vile orcs, and even mending her own wounds without a single bandage. She saw others fighting alongside the woman. And she noticed how the woman seemed to shy away from most celebrations. That's when she was abruptly awoken from her rest.

The matron hastily woken the young girl up, urging her to embark down the steps and into the basement. When Farrah questioned her, she was told that the village was under attack. 'Whom would attack a tiny, nearly defenseless village?' Farrah wondered, but did as she was told. As they ran down the stairs, she had her first glimpse of what the horde was all about. Farrah saw a young child, cornered by a huge orc with sword in hand. Raised high in the air, he slaughtered the child as Farrah shrieked in absolute shock. The orc turned as he saw Farrah charging at him with a broken chair leg, intending to stab him with the jagged edge of it. A boot to the chest sent her crashing into an overturned table. The orc arrogantly approached Farrah, grunting and turning his hips towards her. Something gave way in the mind of the frightened young woman, and this time she swung a fist into his face. However, something overcame her body and caused her to emit a golden aura about her, even as the fist came into contact with the orc. The resulting blow sent him flying through the air, leaving Farrah to see the Stormwind guard arriving to protect the city.

Much of Goldshire was damaged, and it would take days to repair it. Farrah volunteered to assist, but was turned down for the simple fact that females were not supposed to do but the minimal physical labor required of them. That did not set well with her, but would not defer her from making some sort of an impact. Over the next few days, as the city was being repaired, Farrah's mind had developed sufficiently. She began asking questions, gathering information about Azeroth, about the Horde, the Alliance, their cities, their conflicts, their lore. From what she'd learned, she decided to embark on a quest to the capital of Stormwind. She would find more information there, and hopefully find her proper direction in this new life. Maybe she would even find some answers about her past.