Freezing cold winters constant hunger This was the life of a homeless orphan This was my life Then I got the letterIve been on the streets since I was born It got very rough after my aunt got sick and died But I made doThe streets of New York city can very unforgiving especially when times get desperate Like in winterAt least I never had to worry about the coldBut then I got hurt Things were looking very badThen Chance showed up with the letterThe letter that said I was misborn of the fae A bastard but the magic still countedThe letter that said Id been accepted into Titanias AcademyWhen the magic blood of the fae runs through your veins they will find you no matter what