You are a slave in you own home since your father passed leaving you with your step mother and step sisters till one day you get invited to a ball that the Phantomhive manor you want to go but your step mother stop you form going so you get a little...
Y/n watched as the carriage left with her step mother and sisters in her ruined dress she runs down the steps into the front garden then falls on the knees laying her head on a bench sobbing she looks up to the sky
Y/n:" I'm sorry mother. I'm sorry I said I'd have courage, but I don't. Not any more I don't believe any more" she gets up and runs to the back garden where the small farm is where Mr Goose is honking she continues to run till she gets to the back door enters she continues to cry but the statue behind her start to glow turing into a little old lady
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Old lady:" Excuse me"
Y/n gasps at the lady turning to face her
Old lady:" Can you help me, miss? Just a little crust of bread, or better, a cup of milk?"
Y/n:" Yes," she nodes her head"yes, yes, yes I think I can find something for you" she walk down the steps look at the old lady confessed a little she grabs a cup and start pouring milk into it
Old lady:"Why are you crying?"
Y/n:"Oh, it's nothing"
Y/n finishes pouring the milk then walk back to the old lady
Old lady:"(chuckling)Nothing mmm nothing what is a bowl of milk? nothing"
Y/n hands the old lady the bowl of milk
Old lady:"But kindness makes it everything" she started to drink the milk making a slurping noise while some of the milk go down her dress she finishes the milk with a gulp then burps
Y/n chuckles at the old lady in amusement the old lady turns to look at Y/n
Old lady:"Now, I don't mean to hurry you, but you really haven't got long, Y/n"
Y/n looked at the old lady in confession
Y/n:"How do you know me?, Who are you"
Old lady:"Who am I? I should think you'd have worked that one out"
Y/n shakes her head
Old lady:"I'm your hairy dogfather, I mean, fairy godmother!" She smiles at Y/n
Y/n:" You can't be"
Old lady:"Why not?"
Y/n:"They don't exist they're just made up for children"
old lady:"Didn't your own mother believe in them? Don't say no, because I heard her"
Y/n:"You heard her?"
The old lady stand up walking pasted Y/n
Old lady:"Oh, fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle Right! First things first let me slip into something more comfortable
She walk a little more into the garden then throw her stick into the air it glowed and sprawled spinning around Y/n look at the stick then grasped the stick looked like a wand now
