The year was fourteen sixty, the morning weather was chilly as it was early January. As such the people of Paris where dressed in warm clothing in order to protect themselves from the cold winds, as the people walked around the town they would pass by a large wooden stage that was in the center of town not far from the Notre Dame church.
In but a few months the Festival Des Imbeciles, Feast Of Fools was going to begin and everyone was excited for the upcoming festivities.
Further into town in a darken ally hidden away from sight was a young boy, with shoulder length hair that was as dark as a midnight sky, and green eyes that would put any emerald to shame. The boy himself looked no older then six and due to the cold air he was trying his best to keep himself warm with nothing more but the thin rags on his back and a old ratty blanket.
The young boy's name was unknown even to himself. his whole life was nothing but a tragedy, his parents were killed when he was just a babe and through he was spared from the orphanage by being taken in by his relatives it didn't save him from their horrid treatment of him. By the time he was four he was in charge of all the cooking and cleaning, his relatives were the only people who knew his name however they never called him by it, referring to him as only 'Boy' and 'Freak' through his aunt was the only one to call him freak due to her deep rooted hatred to her sister his mother.
He was then abandon by his relatives at age six when they were passing through Paris, since then he has been living on the streets for five months surviving by stealing what he could and staying out of sight of guards.
As he laid against the stone wall in an effort to stay out of the cold winds he failed to notice that someone had entered the ally where he lay, the person in question was a young twenty year old man who went by the name Manfri Vano.
He had just happened to run into the ally having finally lost sight of Frollo's man when he noticed he wasn't alone, looking to the right side of the ally he caught sight of the freezing child, without thought Manfri quickly made his over.
"Jeune what are you doing out in this weather? Where are your folks jeune?" Using the little strength he had left he turned his blurry emerald eyes towards the gypsy man.
"M-my M-Maman an-and P-Père di-died, and m-my l-les proches left m-months ago."
With that said the young child passed out from exhaustion which caused Manfri to worry, thinking quickly he scooped the child in his arms and quickly made his way to the court of miracles where he could warm the freezing child.
It was at this moment the young boy's life changed forever.
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