A/N: well after some fights with my twisted mind, which wasn't easy considering that I usually get twenty fiction ideas per hour if I'm lucky if not then more, I managed to get the prologue done and well this fic will be AU so it only in some ways related to the series both manga and anime…
P.S.: if someone can tell me when Rozen created his dolls I would be rather grateful…
I. Prologue/Broken Doll
France, Paris 1432
The streets of Paris were crowded as always, busy people were walking around to do they shopping or head for the Café to talk with they friends, carriages carried lords and ladies children were playing around on they way home from school.
A little girl was running through the crowded street dodging people who were passing by, a bag tightly held to her little chest. The young girl was around six years old, she wore a plain brown skirt and a matching colored old blouse, an apron, her middle length brown hair was partly cowered by her head scarf. She was the daughter of the baker Auguste. The girl suddenly halted in her running and stopped in front of an old looking little shop. Opening the door she hurried inside.
An elderly man with gray hair sat by the working table carefully adjusting the fingers to an artificial hand, the room it self was also filled with artificial limbs and dolls of various shapes and sizes. Hearing the bell of the shop door the man looked up.
"Bonjour monsieur Rozen." said the little girl as she entered the back of the shop.
"Ah, Élisabeth bonjour." said the man softly as he stood up from his work.
"Papa send you these, I hurried so they are still warm." She told the Master Doll-maker proudly as she placed the bag with fresh baggets on the free part of the table.
"Mercy Élisabeth, sometimes I get so carried away in my work that if it wasn't for you and your papa, I would have starved while working." Master Rozen said laughing as he walked with the bag in to the little kitchen. "Venu, eat with me." he called.
"Oui."
After both had eaten went the old doll-maker back to his work while Élisabeth was looking around. She was always fascinated by the older man's work, his dolls seemed so alive. Suddenly her green eyes spotted something in the far corner of one of the selves. Walking closer and pushing the spider webs aside she found a doll. The doll had pale skin, long crimson red hair, but the tips were raven-black, the doll wore also a black crimson dress with a black rose collar, but something was strange on her in a way it looked like as if someone spilled some brownish paint on her face then there were two lines going down form her eyes to her chin. Taking out a napkin from one of the pockets of her apron she cleaned it away carefully before taking her out of the corner.
"Monsieur Rozen, why was she placed in that corner and left alone?" she asked, doll held in her arms.
"Which one do you mean?" Master Rozen asked as he turned around, but then his eyes widened before saddening a bit. "She was supposed to be the last part of my Rozen Maiden collection, but sadly when I made her, I still don't know how it could have happened, but she fell down from the table and broke." He said as he kneeled down in front of the girl. "I tried to repair her, but I failed I think."
"But she was all alone there in the corner she was probably really sad." Élisabeth said a bit forcefully, making the man chuckle.
"Maybe she could be happy by you." He said softly as he put a hand on the girl's head.
"Vraiment?" she asked confused, but Rozen could still hear the hope in her voice.
"Oui, she is now yours." He said as he handed her a golden key. "You only need to wind her up after you get home." And with that he took the doll and placed her on to a black coffer.
"Oui, merci monsieur Rozen." She said happily as she hugged the old man before heading to the door.
"Your welcome." He said smiling. "By the way her name is Branwen." He called after her, then the door closed again.
To be continued…
