Minako Newberry strode into the quiet town of StoryBrook with two suitcases and a backpack. Her blonde hair flowed behind her as her black eyes took in the almost magical feel of the small buildings and towering trees. She was a runaway, yet had nowhere to run, and no one to run away from. Never knowing her parents, or any other family she hadn't ever had any type of support system. Her Asian features were in stark contrast to her blondish hair and freckles. She walked faster and faster, as eyes stared at her, ogling as if she had 3 arms and 4 eyes. She walked so fast that she didn't realize that she was about to run into a young man with brown hair and the heart of the truest believer.  As they collided, a loud *SMACK* sounded out. She hit the pavement hard, causing her to drop her two suitcases, spilling their contents into the pavement.

"OW!" She cried, obviously annoyed.

But the guy just smirked.

"Well I'm sorry, not like I could see you there." He replied.

He held out a hand to her.

Minako:

He held out his hand to me. I debated whether or not to take it, but I decided to grasp the outstretched hand. He pulled me up with ease, and I dusted myself off.

"I'm Minako. But you can call me Minny."

He processed the information before smiling and giving me his.

"I'm Henry." He smiled warmly.

We stood there for a minute, not speaking, before a shrill voice rang out.

"HENRY! GET OUT OF THE ROAD!" A young woman with a pixie cut called.

I turned just a in time to see a pair of headlights growing closer before I was engulfed in a puff of purple smoke and a pair of hands wrapped around my waist, tugging me. I shook my head and the arms unwrapped themselves.

I stood on the side of the road, my suitcases at my side, Henry behind me. A woman in a black pantsuit stalked down the sidewalk towards us.

"I'm Regina. Who are you?" She stated in a commanding, authoritative voice.

"Minako." Henry answers for me. And all of a sudden I pass out.

Flashback

A small room. A smell of tea. An old Chinese sense overwhelms me. A young child peering at me from over a small barrier. A crib wall. Her almond eyes staring at me intently. I cry out. I must be a baby. A muffled voice calls to the child.

"Mulan, leave your sister alone."