It was an average morning at the Jiang-Smith manor. Mr. Smith and his eldest son had left early in the morning to head to his firm, while Ms. Smith had bid goodbye as well for the day. This left Corrine to her own devices until the chauffeur arrived to escort her to school. The girl herself was currently attempting to navigate down the long set of stairs down into the foyer without tripping. Once at her destination, she gave a sigh of relief and straightened her clothes. Suddenly a familiar chuckle rang out, causing her to tilt her head in its general direction. Beside the door stood a middle aged man with slicked back hair and a suit, a book neatly tucked under one arm.

"Ah, mistress Corrine! How good to see you awake and alive. I was beginning to get worried you'd tripped and knocked yourself out again." 

Corrine flushed and sent a weak glare towards the man, who simply grinned in return. His name was Thomas, her family butler and a close friend to Corrine. He was like an uncle to her, and was mostly the one to raise her.

"Oh, don't give me that face. Come, I've made breakfast for you, and it's your favorite." Looking around her butler, Corrine could see that Thomas was indeed telling the truth. On the table sat a plate stacked with pancakes and fresh apricots. On one of the chairs sat her school bag. Turning back to Thomas, she flashed him a small smile and quietly thanked him.

"It's no problem dear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see if that poor excuse of a driver is here yet. I swear, if he makes you two late again..." He responded, briskly walking out the door before popping his head in. "Oh, and don't forget to " After Corrine had nodded in agreement, he finally left, looking impatient.

Corrine walked over to the table and pulled out her chair, only for her book bag to fall out of it, spilling its contents on the floor. She sighed, and began to put everything back inside. Reaching for the last item, she stopped when her hand touched it. It was a plain wooden box that she had never seen before, with a note taped onto it. She carefully pulled off the note, bringing it closer to her face. The only thing it said was that it was addressed to her. Odd, she almost never got mail, especially without her mother checking it, and this looked untouched. Putting down the note, she delicately picked up the box and set it on the table, and after a moments hesitation, slid off the lid. A bright light shot out, blinding her. She stepped back, losing her balance and flailing her arms about in a desperate attempt to stay upright. Alas, the only thing the movement did was cause her to knock over her chair before she crashed onto the floor herself, landing in a jumble of limbs. 

After calming herself, she slowly craned her neck to look back at the box. Floating about a foot above it was a small, raccoon like creature striking a dramatic pose. 

"Well, that was quite an emotional reaction there! You ok?" The creature asked, looking like it was holding back laughter. Corrine didn't know raccoons could even make that expression. Then again, she had never really seen an actual raccoon. Mother always said they carried rabies and all kinds of dirty diseases... She shook her head, trying to focus back to the events at hand. Calming her breathing, she turned her eyes back towards the floating raccoon.

"Who-Who are you?" She demanded, attempting to sound assertive. The effect was ruined however by her stuttering.

"Who am I? Why only one of the greatest, most powerful creature on the face of the earth! I'm Priix, a Kwami!" Priix responded, closing their eyes and placing their hands on their hips dramatically. 

Corrine raised her eyebrows in return. "A what? What on earth are you talking about?" This caused Priix to gasp, eyes snapping open to focus on the human girl. 

"You've never heard of a Kwami?" This gained a head shake from the girl, causing Priix to sigh "Kids these days... Well, you know about fairies and fairy-tales right?" Another head shake. "What?! Didn't your parents teach you anything? Oh well, it doesn't matter, I'll tell you all you need to know." With that, the Kwami quickly began explaining while Corrine struggled to keep up with the fast paced fairy. Priix was in the middle of telling her about her transformation when a knock interrupted them. Corrine quickly plucked Priix out of the air and placed them gently into one of the pockets of her school bag, tucking the Kwami out of sight as Thomas stepped through the door.

"Misstress Corrine, the chauffeur is here, would you please go fetch your brother?" Corrine nodded, quickly grabbing her bag before ascending the stairs. After retrieving her younger brother, the two of them walked hand in hand towards the sleek black car, hopping into the backseat. As the car started off, all Corrine could think of was the small creature in her bag and wonder how this would affect her life.