[Winter, Year 1608]
A tiny barefooted girl in a worn out white patient uniform struggled through the fierce snowfall, leaving a trail of footprints behind.
Her long, white hair blended in with the snow, flowing with the wind that blew furiously towards the girl's face. She slightly squinted her golden, sharp, cat-like eyes, using her right arm to block the strong wind and snow from smashing into her face.
She had no idea where she was, or why she was here.
The moon provided the sole source of light, shining ever so brightly. Ahead, two dim lights shone through the falling snow.
The girl huffed, her hot breath creating small clouds in the freezing cold. She glanced at the two shadows that appeared in the distance ahead before she took one final step, collapsing on the soft snow with a thud.
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In a dark room lay a sleeping girl.
She slowly opened her eyes in a daze. Blinking a few times, she stared at the ceiling before sitting up, observing her surroundings.
The girl sniffed, her stomach growling as a delicious, pungent aroma snuck through the cracks of the door.
She climbed off the large bed, peaking her little head out the door, the lights blinding her for a few seconds.
Walking down the stairs, she is greeted by two strangers: a woman wearing an apron and a man sitting at the dinner table.
"Hey sweetie, are you alright? Come here and have some curry!" The woman smiled warmly, gesturing her hand to come over.
"We found you collapsed on the snow. You okay?" The man asked worriedly.
The girl gave the two a little nod, unsure who these people are. She concluded that for now, they are good people because they not only saved her, but also offered her yummy food to eat.
The woman deactivated the imbued stone, which emitted the fire for cooking at the stove. She swiftly plated the dishes, carrying three plates full of food with a single hand.
Once the plates were set on the dinner table, the girl gobbled down the curry, holding a spoon awkwardly using her entire fist. She then drank the orange juice the woman gave her like a starved, dehydrated wolf.
"Ah, right. I'm Elizabeth Revs, and this is my husband, David Revs. What's your name?"
"?" The girl tilted her head, confused.
She understood what she's saying, but she did not know her name. After some thought, the girl replied, "I don't know."
Worried, but not wanting to pry any further, the married couple decided to first name the girl.
"Yuki. How does that sound? We found you in the snow, and your hair is as white as the snow outside. Do you like it?" The man asked, patiently waiting for an answer from the mysterious, lost girl.
Yuki nodded, feeling warmth in her heart.
"Honey, I didn't know you had such a good naming sense! You almost named our son—"
"It's fineee, we avoided that by naming him Xavier didn't we?" Mr. Revs interrupted, laughing.
He added, "Yuki, we have a ten-year-old son, Xavier. He's probably two years older than you."
Mrs. Revs walked up to the girl, ruffling her soft, white hair.
"For the time being, why not stay with us if you have nowhere to go? Are you okay with that, honey?" She looked at her husband who, in turn, gave her a slight nod of approval.
"Of course! We can't leave her to freeze out there. You can sleep in the guest room from now on."
"…thank you." Yuki muttered.
The Revs smiled warmly at the quiet girl. The cozy cabin felt a little livelier with one more person. The girl in the snow, Yuki, has found people who are willing to take care of her and a place she could call home.