I know this is way overdue and it's rather short besides, but I have two words for you: finals week. Hopefully now that I'm on summer break I will be able to update more quickly. This one has slight references to Tooth's back story.
The moonlight shone through the windows of the orphanage. It reflected off the feathers and gently humming wings of Toothiana, making her seem to glow. She looked much like a guardian angel as she hovered over the bed of one of the children; and, in a way, that's exactly what she was. She held in her hand a single piece of paper, and she was reading to herself the words that were scrawled across it in childish handwriting.
Dear Tooth Fairy,
My name is Sarah, but you can call me Snow. All the other kids do. It's because of my hair, and probably my skin too. I don't mind though. In fact I like it better because Sarah is too common a name anyway. I lost my tooth in a fight with Carey. I know I shouldn't have done it because she's much bigger than me, but she made me mad. She said no one would ever want me because of how I look, and that my eyes would always scare them off. But I know that's not true. My parents loved me before the accident. They always told me I was pretty. But they're gone now, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life here. So I'm asking you for some money for my tooth. I'm saving up to buy some hair dye and contacts. Maybe some spray on tan, too. Carey says it's stupid to write to you. She said you're not real. But what does she know? She already lost all her teeth. But I know you'll follow through. You always do.
Love, Snow
Tooth lowered the paper and looked at the little girl below her. She was about ten years old and fast asleep. Her long white hair fell in her pale face, and Tooth knew if she opened her eyes she would see red irises. The girl was an albino.
Tooth felt for her; she reminded her of herself, long ago. The girl's parents were gone, and she was ostracized and singled out because she was different. Tooth knew how that felt. She reached down and brushed some of the girl's hair out of her face. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, showing no sign of the sadness and worry that surely followed her around in life. Her lips held the trace of a smile, and Tooth thought she looked like the kind of person who simply had to walk into a room to brighten it.
Tooth reached under the girl's pillow and pulled out what she had come for. It was a perfect bottom right incisor, clean and white. She admired it for a moment before slipping it into her pouch, and then she slipped a coin back under the pillow to replace it. She gave the girl another fond look before she flew to the window. She was about to go out it when she stopped and looked back.
Tooth thought the girl was beautiful. Her features were delicate, and her hair was simply lovely. But the girl didn't see what Tooth saw; she saw only something that separated her from everyone else, something that stood in the way of her happiness. Tooth knew that was not true, and she wanted the girl to know it as well.
She hesitated; what she was about to do was strictly against protocol. But really, who didn't break protocol every now and then? She took out a piece of paper and a pencil from her pouch and wrote in flowing script:
Dear Snow,
I've left you some money, of course, because your tooth is absolutely gorgeous. It is your money and you can do with it what you will, but there is something I wish to tell you. It is important to find the people in your life that make you happy. I have found mine, and when you find yours they will love you for who you are. You don't have to change yourself to please somebody else; it never works anyway. I think your heart is as strong and as beautiful as your teeth.
With Love, the Tooth Fairy
P.S. Personally, I think your hair is the best.
Tooth folded up the note and placed it under the pillow. Then, she gently reached down and touched the girl's face. She smiled slightly in her sleep and leaned into her hand, and for a moment Tooth simply enjoyed the moment. But then she pulled away and flew out the open window into the night. The only sign that she had ever been there was a solitary feather that floated down to the windowsill. But then that, too, was gone in a gust of wind.
I dunno about you but I don't really like how that one turned out. Oh well. The next four are each going to be centered on one of the Guardians as well, probably will also have references to their back stories. I don't really know Bunny's story, though. I know that it was really sad and it somehow left him the last of his kind, but since I haven't read the books and they're not at my library I don't know the details. All I've got is the wiki, so can someone maybe tell me what happened with him?