Tikki is currently a Kwami, but she wasn't always this way. As a human girl living in China, her adventure began almost 14 000 years ago when she was learning pottery with her mother.

"You must be gentle with the clay, Tikki, don't force it." Her mother laughed. The clay wouldn't shape itself like she wanted it to and it was beginning to get frustrating. For as long as she'd been at it she would have thought she'd have at least one successful attempt by now but it seemed she had a long way to go until she could replicate the intricate designs that her mother used.

"I give up mama, I shall never be as good as you." She sighed.

"Of course you will. You just need practice is all." Her mother smiled, "Now go play with your friends, I'm sure they've been waiting for ages."

Tikki immediately ran out the house calling a quick 'thanks mama' behind her. She followed the familiar paths leading up to the edge of the woods, her feet disturbing the dust as she ran. The cookies she had made rattled in her bag. Praying they weren't broken, she quickly opened her bag to peer inside and felt the wind leave her lungs as she collided with an old man. The cookies fell on the floor, definitely broken now. The strange man spoke in a voice like silk, "Oh dear. I hope they weren't for an important occasion?" He asked.

"No, don't worry mister, they probably didn't taste that good anyway." Tikki laughed. 'What a funny old man' she thought. He was dressed in rags yet must have had substantial wealth because he was carrying a cart full of every possible item of jewellery. Catching the focus of her gaze, the old man's eyes began to twinkle with a wisdom that only a person possessing magic could have.

"Those cookies were for your friends, yes? I am terribly sorry for ruining them. Perhaps you could take something from the cart for your friends to make up for it?" He smiled. She didn't know where to start, there was too much to choose from! Although she did find a nice pair of spotted earrings and soon after that she found a ring, as well as a couple of brooches, a comb, a necklace and a bracelet.

"I don't know how to thank you, mister! Are you sure you don't mind me taking these?" She asked.

"Not at all, just never let them fall into the wrong hands Tikki, these may seem like ordinary pieces of jewellery but they have great power and I sense you will soon need them. Farewell, and if you are in ever any trouble, I live at the mouth of the river, opposite the farm."

"How did you know my name was Tikki, Sir? Mister?" But he was gone. It was without a doubt the most mysterious occurrence that had ever happened to her but she wasn't about to complain. Feeling quite satisfied with her new possessions, she once again set off down the dusty road, hoping her friends were still waiting. And she was right.

"Hey sugarcube." Called Plagg as Tikki cringed.

"Don't call me that!"

"Uh oh, are you guys having another lovers quarrel?" Pollen taunted until she was met by two pairs of very annoyed eyes. Realising that annoying her friends was probably not the best idea, she quickly changed the subject. "So Tikki, what you got there?"

"I was going to bring some cookies but I ran into an old man and they all broke so he gave me all these pieces of jewellery. I've got something for each of you." She handed out the beautiful, mysterious items. They all made noises of appreciation and fascination, none of them had ever seen such beautiful work after all.

"Thank you Tikki, it's most kind of you. Now friends, what game shall we play?" Asked Wayzz.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe… tag, you're it!" squealed Trixx, tapping Nooroo on the shoulder and running away.

Nooroo sighed and rolled his eyes before chasing his friends. The six of them played for ages at the edge of the woods: Tikki, Plagg, Wayzz, Nooroo, Pollen and Trixx. Chasing each other, laughing and getting seriously winded until they all just collapsed on the grass and watched the sun set.

"If you guys could have one power what would it be?" asked Pollen. They had a habit of having these odd conversations when they got exhausted, which always led to some very interesting nights.

"Creation." Tikki answered first.

"Illusion."

"Transmission."

"Protection."

Came the replies of Trixx, Nooroo and Wayzz consecutively.

"You're all so boring. I think I'll go the opposite to my sugarcube and say destruction." Laughed Plagg, emphasising the word sugarcube just to see Tikki scrunch her face up in the way she always did when she was angry while the others giggled. Unlike Tikki, they liked Plagg's nickname for her, it summed her up perfectly. The six of them talked and laughed like this for ages until one by one they had to go back home leaving just Nooroo, Plagg and Tikki. There seemed to be something troubling Nooroo.

"Is something wrong Nooroo?" Asked Plagg, "Should I sing a song for you?" Plagg didn't wait for a reply before singing out of tune, without melody and awfully off key. Basically he screamed.

'Oh Nooroo, don't be sad! You're our best friend and we love yooooou, Noorooooooooo.'

"Plagg stop. That's obviously not helping. What's the matter Nooroo, do you want to talk about it?" Tikki tried to reconcile her friend.

"There's this girl in my village called Dusuu and she's been missing for a few days now and I'm getting worried." He said, wiping tears off his face.

"I'm so sorry Nooroo, that's awful." Was all Tikki could say to make her friend feel better.

"That's not that bad, if she's only missing we can look for her! You guys can make a plan tonight and tell me in the morning. I'm going home so I can sleep, all this running's made me tired. Night sugarcube, night Nooroo." Plagg added unhelpfully. The mischievous boy ran off leaving the two of them to ponder over his suggestion.

"Sorry about Plagg. He means well but he can be a little annoying at times. I think he may be right though, we can make a plan to look for this Dusuu and get all our friends to help. This girl has to be somewhere Nooroo, I know we can find her."

Tikki's mind was already formulating ideas but she wasn't the clever one of the group. Finding this girl would require teamwork, cunning and communication but there was no doubt they would succeed. The other option didn't bare thinking about. It was with that heavy thought Tikki trudged the long road home, her new earrings already embedded in her ears.