"You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants a magical solution for their problem, and everyone refuses to believe in magic." ~ Jefferson, OUAT
A lonely white fox for a friend and an old story book covered in dust. That was about the extent of what she had on her own terms. There was a saying one of the boys in her last orphanage had said repeatedly to her; Every theory is correct unless proven otherwise by the weight and righteousness of facts. Which to her young mind at the time only meant one thing. Maybe magic could be real. But she was always shot down by the girls at her new orphanage about how stupid and silly she was being, even though she had aged five years since then.
"You're so stupid Sakura. Magic isn't real. Everyone knows that."
"Go live in the gutter where you belong."
"No wonder you were abandoned. You're a freak." So she took their advice and ran, sneaking out of the orphanage at midnight. She'd ended up behind a bank building in the alleyway. She had no money, no food, no hope, nothing.
"Hood," She murmured, stroking the soft white fox that lay in her lap. "I'll be alright, won't I?" Hood said nothing, just looked up at her with beady black eyes. All she saw was a reflection of herself, the tears bubbling in her eyes. She wiped hastily at her eyes and picked up the fairy tale book she'd taken with her. It was something she'd had since she could remember, and she'd never been able to open it. There was no lock that required a key, no seal or glue or anything. It just wouldn't open. So tonight she prayed that it would. "Please." She sobbed quietly and the book clicked open, much to her surprise. A bright white light burst from the book and enveloped both her and Hood. "Eh!" She shrieked.
"This is your chance, Sakura Mikan. Spend it wisely, choose only what you need, don't be greedy."