1815, Toulon France

The dirtied workers picked at the rocks piled at their feet. All day and all night, this was all they were allowed to do. Some begging for mercy, other silently praying, while others simply gave up and tried to bear through their sentence. From the large building where the prisoners slept and where the guards off duty stayed to keep out of the heat, a man emerged. He was tall with sandy blond hair and violet eyes. Even the other guards feared this man; he was threatening in every way and showed it with the pipe he always carried. He wore long tan coat that covered his entire body along with a scarf, even with the heat he did not even sweat the tiniest bit.

He walked through the courtyard of the prisoners. Pathetic He thought. He approached on of the guard and gave him his orders. The guard went and returned with one of the prisoners, he was covered in dirt, even so hi shoulder length blond hair stood out, along with his blue eyes that showed signs of will even though there wasn't much for him to live for. The large guard smirked and handed him a piece of yellow paper.

"24601, your sentence is up, and now you go on parole, you must know what that means."

"I do, I'm free." The smaller man was filled with joy at the thought of it, until the guard threw him back to the ground.

"No, it means you get a moment of leave from here, you'll be back, after all you're a thief."

"I only stone some bread."

"You robbed a house"

"I broke a window, my friend was starving, we all were he was about to starve and if I hadn't done anything…" He was cut off before he could finish.

"Until you learn the law you will always starve."

"I might not know that law, but I know the meaning of those dreaded years, 19 years of what you call law."

"You were only sentenced for five, running away added on time, Da? Now 24601..."

"My name is Francis Bonnefoy!" The larger guard smirked at him with a dark smile. Using his face to force Francis to look him in the eyes.

"And I am Ivan Braginsky, I'd better not forget it if I were you."

With that they gave him his paper and sent him off. Francis walked down the road unsure if it all was true, was he really free?

"Finally freedom, from that place." Cleaning himself off at a river he readied himself before going into a nearby town.

For hours he spent plowing in the fields along with the other men that came to earn a day's pay, suddenly the Landlord approached him. And handed him a few small coins.

"Sorry but I'll have to send to off, I can't have you back tomorrow." Francis looked at the coins in his hand and noticed how the others received a much larger amount. Knowing the reason he stormed off.

_Magical time skip line_

He curled up on the street corner unable to find a single place to stay, it had been an entire year since he was set "Free" and he was miserable. No one would hire him; no one would allow him to stay at their inn, because on his papers it said he had stolen before. Tears welled up in his eyes as he begged for the death that was sure to never come. Suddenly a hand reached out to him.

"You seem tired, I have a place to stay, it's not very much but there wine and bread." Francis looked up to see a man dresses in a black robe; he had curly brown hair warm brown eyes and was smiling down at him. Francis began to hand him his papers but the man rejected them. "I do not wish to see them, now come, its cold outside."

Francis layed in the first warm bed he had slept in for twenty years. He was a fool, he trusted me, The silver I saw tonight was more than I had made in all of those hard years,mabey it's time for my curse to be gone. When the house was quite he crept up taking his bag he went to the cabinets and filled it with all of the silver. Without a second though he ran through the town trying to get away as fast as he could. It was short lived when he was suddenly grabbed.

The commotion woke up many of the towns men, he heard there calls and shouts as they dragged him back to the man's house. "Thief" "Criminal" "Drop dead" He was used to them all. The man he had stolen from emerged from the house with his friend, a long haired blond. The guard who had captured Francis approached him and handed him the bag of silver.

"I caught this man running away in the night, When we caught him with the silver he claimed that it was a gift from you." The brown haired man looked to Francis before whispering something to his friends. His friend rushed inside the house and came back with the only things Francis had missed, two candlesticks.

"Ah si, I did give my silver to this man." He turned to Francis and handed him the candlesticks. "But you left so early you forgot the best of all the silver, you wouldn't want to leave them behind now would you. Now my good men you may let him go and god bless you all." They watched as the townsmen fled from the three. "Now my friend, you have lived to long in darkness, you must use the money you get from this silver to become an honest man, in short I have bought your soul for god." The man took his friend and went back into the house.

By now it was nearing sunrise Francis had run to the outskirts of the town. "What have I done, I've become the very thing I always hated, this man, he could have had me locked back up but he gives my freedom instead, Take an eye for an eye, turn your heart into stone, that is all we have in prisonment. But could I, have more." He looked at the silver before taking out his papers. "I can end this all, restart anew" Smiling he took his papers and shredded them.

"Francis Bonnefoy is no more; it's time for a new story to begin!"

Thank you for those who read this. This is my first fanfiction so I know it's not great. Please let me know what you think and if it's worth continuing.