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Inigo I

Ylisstol was quite dirty in its streets. People and chariots constantly went from one side to the other, making the earth from the floor fly around like a big mist. It was no wonder people talk about how sometimes it was impossible to even breathe in the city. But that didn't stop me. No matter how dirty or crumbled it could get, if I wanted to make money I had to go out and dance.

The funny thing was that if I became aware of how many people were looking at me, I would get nervous and start failing. It had taken me forever to let anyone (even my mother) to see me. However, from time to time, I would discreetly look at the bag I had left on the floor for the crowd to throw coins in. And judging by the number of coins I saw, many people ought to be pleased by my dance.

But I didn't let my mind wander off. After all, I wasn't just doing it for the money. I loved dancing and my mother said there's nothing better than the satisfaction of showing people what you love. She had taught me everything I knew. I knew the order of every step, spin and twirl, so as long as I was concentrated, I couldn't miss them. My lace accompanied my every move as I made it fly around me.

From the morning to now when the sun was starting to set, I repeated my dances in different parts of the city. Though many people, especially the authorities didn't appreciate people like me and my companions, as we were gypsies, most couldn't deny that we brought entertainment to their lives. And, in my case, my activity wasn't suspicious at all. I mean, I wasn't like Severa who challenged men to beat her for a date and make the guys lose their many by any means possible. I didn't force anyone to pay me, in fact, people could simply look at me and not give me a coin for it!

I was reaching his limit as I got closer to the ending. That was no wonder, seeing how I had done this all day. All though dancing looks fun, it requires a lot of energy. I jumped backwards and landed on my feet, letting go of the lace and leaving it to fall on my arms. As soon as I had finished, I began to hear the clapping and cheering of his audience. I had actually gotten a good number of people to watch me to the end this time. It was embarrassing, but I manage to make a small reverence, as people leaved, as a sign of gratitude. Mother used to say you should always thank your audience at the end, even if you're too shy to just say 'thank you'. I then went to retrieve the bag I had left. It had been a long day, but it was worth it for I had managed to get a lot. Maybe I could buy some new shoes. It was a real pain to dance barefooted.

"Hey, you!" I heard a woman's voice yell. When I looked, I saw a group of five guards coming towards me. When they stopped, the one who had spoken stepped forward. "It's past the curfew, gipsy. You're not allowed to be on the streets now." If not for her voice, I couldn't have possibly tell she was a woman. Not only her looks, but she was even taller than most of the men beside her!

However that wasn't the issue. I was in some serious trouble if I couldn't get out of this one.

"I'm really sorry, my lady. I was just going on my way." I said smiling. With any luck, she had a soft spot for beautiful delicate dancers like me.

"It's ma'am to you." Or maybe not. "What you have there?" she asked, pointing at my bag.

"This?" I didn't like where this was going. "It's just the money I made today. Surely someone as keen as you saw all the people who were enchanted by my dance." I started to say things like this whenever I'm nervous and, by the look of this lady, it wasn't helping.

"Keep flattering me. I can assure you I'll go easier on you if you do." She really didn't have to be THAT sarcastic. "So you were 'working' even after the curfew." She said as a smile started to appear on her face. "And how do I even know that you didn't steal it?"

"WHAT?!" I yelled. This definitely wasn't looking the least bit pretty. "How can you say that? You saw me dancing and the people giving me money, didn't you?!"

"I didn't see them." she said with her face completely calm. "Did you guys saw this people?" she asked to the men behind her. Obviously, they shocked their heads. "So we have a possible thief here who just admitted to have been working after the curfew." As she said this, she started to approach me and I walked backwards, bumping into the wall. Her men, on the other hand, were making a circle around us. "I think you should accompany us to the palace until we can… clear all of this. Don't you?"

When she tried to reach me with her hand, I threw earth at one of the guards, blinding him for a moment. Before they could react, I knocked down the guy and ran for the street as if my life depended on it. And it did.

I had to stop as I found chariots moving at full speed in front of me, but I could hear their footsteps and voices getting closer every second. By who I preferred to be squashed? That woman or a chart? I took a deep breath and lunged myself into the street.

I dodged each one of them, but I couldn't avoid losing my lace as it got struck in a wheel. There went a whole month of savings. As I got out, I looked back and saw that they were not far behind. The woman had manage with a scream to make all the traffic stop! Seriously, it looked like this woman could break through a wall, if she needed, just to catch me.

So I took off running as I thought where to go. I was too far from the camp and, even if I outran these guys, I would just get deeper into the city. That would mean running into even more guards. There was only one place I could turn to and so I took full speed as I turned to another street.

No matter how many turns I took, the woman's voice never seemed to get father away, as she didn't waste a minute without telling me how much I would regret escaping. That and a couple of things she would do to me with her javelin. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry to the fact that she seemed so serious about it.

Finally, I came out to my destiny: the Cathedral of Ylisstol. I had seen it many times from afar, but it was the first time that I actually stood in the Cathedral's square. I didn't have any time to appreciate the building anyway, as I rushed faster than ever towards the doors which were getting closed by a young priest.

"Please, don't close!" The priest just then looked at me with a curious look. "Sanctuary!" I yelled. The priest then stood aside and let me enter, closing the doors behind him.

As I entered the great hall, I couldn't help but to feel all the exhaustion reach my body. My legs were tired from dancing all day and I had to sum the running too. Before I could react, they got limp and I fell to the ground. Fortunately, he priest was able to catch me before I hit it, but, just then, the doors busted open.

"Had him over!" yelled the woman.

The priest just looked at her without any hint of fear on his face. "Can't do it, Kjelle. He just asked for sanctuary."

Only then I noticed the strange looks the man had, especially for a priest. He had a rather hard face (with a scar at the side, nevertheless) and his tone had been anything but polite. Not to mention the orange hair, but, as my own hair was blue, I couldn't really say anything about it.

"The Cathedral should have been closed by the time he reached it. Now stand aside, Brady, or I will take him by force." said the woman, apparently named Kjelle, as she approached us with a fierce look. I then felt how Brady's hand was twitching and realized he was no match for her. My luck was just great, but I couldn't blame him for fearing her.

"I don't remember to have instructed my guards to show such a lack of honor in a holy place, captain Kjelle." said another voice.

As I looked to where it came from, I saw two persons coming towards us. One looked like a young man in his twenties, with short black hair, who wore a guard's armor with the addition of a cape that flung behind him. The other looked like a beautiful woman with long blond hair, but, as she approached, I noticed that she was wearing a priest robe; so she was definitely a he. I met a woman who looks like a man and a man who looks like a woman, all the same day. I didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad one. But I had to admit that this priest was much more… "priestlike" than the other. While he didn't look old, he gave the feeling of a much wiser and older person than anyone in the room. And there was also this air around him that seemed to transmit peace as he walked.

"Commander Owain, bishop Libra," began to say Kjelle and I noticed the respect in her voice. "this is a gypsy fugitive. He was out after the curfew and even attempted to escape when we approached him. He clearly…"

"He asked for the holy right of sanctuary which if his eminence, Bishop Libra, wants to grant him, you shall obey." said this man, Owain. While I was glad that he was defending me, couldn't he like speak more normal?

The other man (who, I guessed, was Bishop Libra) started at me with his deep blue eyes. I first felt tense, but soon I relaxed under his stare, to which the man smiled before looking back to Owain.

"I will grant it, captain. This seems like a nice boy."

Kjelle looked completely vexed. "Alright, but as soon as I see him outside, I will take him to the palace to answer for his crimes." After that she said goodbye to both the commander and the bishop, absolutely ignoring Brady and me.

"I can't believe how awfully serious she takes her job." said I when she left.

"That might be truth, but ya got yourself in this on ya own!" Brady told me, completely stunning me. What kind of priest talked like that? "Ya know about the curfew, so why did ya ignore it?"

"I can't help it! Whenever I dance I lost track of time!" I said.

"Dance?" asked both Owain and Brady.

"Yes…" I said, realizing what I had said and getting quite bashful about it. "I work as… a street dancer." It didn't take much of a second for the two men to start laughing their asses off, while I deeply wished for the earth to swallow him.

"I don't think is very well-educated on the part of you two to laugh like that about someone else's job." said bishop Libra.

The two men quickly stopped. I couldn't help but notice that while the blond man was calm and smiling when he said that, there was something downright intimidating about his smile. He then approached me and gave me a hand to get up.

"Forgive these two. As you have heard I'm bishop Libra and I'm in charge of the Cathedral. These two men are father Brady, my assistant, and commander Owain, from the guard of the city. What's your name, boy?"

"I'm…Inigo. A dancer, but…I just told you that."

"No need to be shy about It." the bishop said, smiling. "There´s quite some people staying in the Cathedral, so I think your dancing might bring them some entertainment."

"I would love to…" I said, trying to remember how to talk more politely. "But I can't stay here too long. I would leave tomorrow."

"That's impossible." said Owain. "Didn't you hear Kjelle? She would have you catch as soon as she sees you out of here. And, knowing her, she would have every exit of the Cathedral guarded all day."

"Look, the kid didn't do anything really." told him Brady. "Can't you just tell her to leave him alone?"

"She has enough against him to continue pursuing him." said Owain, looking quite stressed about it. "And, even if I did order her that, she would go to the chancellor and he would most likely give her permission to continue."

"In other words, ya're useless."

"Oww! You deeply wound me, my dear friend, with your ice-cold words! They are like daggers ripping through my soul!" said Owain, accompanying those words with a theatrical movement of his hands. Was this guy really the commander of the city guard?

"Is getting late, Brady." said bishop Libra. "Why don't you show our new guest his room?"

"Actually, if you don't mind," I said. "could I take a look around the Cathedral? I have never been here before."

Libra just smiled at me. "Of course. I would gladly give you a tour myself or have Brady give you one, but I need him to finish some paperwork in my office. Whenever you want to go to rest, just ask anyone for the refugee's chamber."

"Thank you, I will." I said, finally feeling more at ease around these people.

"Ah! But don't wander off too much!" said Libra suddenly. "Dinner should be ready soon. Speaking of which, Brady, would you mind going to the kitchen and ask Sumia to set another plate tonight?"

"Right away, bishop."

"Then I shall bid farewell for now." began to say Owain. "I would gladly escort you, but my duties now will take our steps through different paths that-…"

"Yeah, yeah. Tell Lucina I said hi." said Brady, leaving the black-haired man in the middle of his speech. After that, a very depressed looking Owain said good-bye to both the bishop and me before leaving.

"They are quite a pair, those two. Aren't they?" said the bishop laughing a bit. I laughed too, though not sure of how much he meant by that.

After Libra gave me some indications of the different parts of the Cathedral, I was finally let alone for a while. To be fair, I hadn't asked to tour because I wanted to. I really just wanted some time alone to think about what to do next. As I walked, I was not paying attention to the decorations around me, the beautiful images on the walls or even the cold floor on my naked feet. I wondered what will be everyone's reaction when I'll get back. Severa'll probably call me an idiot for having forgotten about the curfew and a weak for not being able to outsmart the guards. Flavia will not have much to say as long as I brought the money back. And Basilio'll laugh when he heard I got chased down by a woman. I wondered whatever they'll notice him gone. We had all been working hard the past few days to make money to buy the things we needed for the festival of the city.

Wait. The festival will be in a few days and, during it, the guards will too busy guarding the princess to be concerned with me. I could try to sneak up from the Cathedral. Once inside the festival, I'll melt with the crowd and join the others. Once with them, they'll get me back to the camp. As expected from me, it's a fool's proof plan.

Just as I thought that, I heard the sound of something falling behind me. When I turned, I saw bits of rocks falling from one of the upper floors of the Cathedral and managed to see a shadowy figure dressed in black getting out of his sight as swiftly as possible. I got to see it however taking some stairs to the highest part of the building.

Full of curiosity, I looked around until I found some stairs that went up. Soon I was climbing them at full speed, completely forgetting about my previous fatigue. My body nevertheless was kind enough to remind me and I quickly found myself mostly crawling my way up. When I got to the floor where I had seen the figure, I went to the stairs it had taken.

Now, you might be wondering why a) I was following this person for no reason when I should clearly stay away from him/her; b) why I insisted on doing it when I already I had had such a long day; and c) wasn't it stupid to simply do this if I only wanted to leave this place quietly and not get into trouble?

Well, I guess since my day had already been so action-packed my mind simply couldn't resist the idea of jumping to yet another emotion. Truth is, I really didn't think through when I was doing this.

As I started to climb them, I noticed how dark it get it as I got higher. Less and less torches where pin to the wall to enlighten my way up, so I soon had to put a hand to the wall in order to orient myself. This was a spiral staircase that only seemed to go up, without connecting with other rooms. I was afraid that maybe it will take me to a locked door and that all my exercise climbing will have been in vain. But at the end of it, I found a dead-end with a wood ladder. Well, I guess Naga really wants to see me climbing today.

When I got out of there, I finally got a look to where I had come: an enormous room, with wood floor and gigantic windows on all four sides. Through the one in front of me, I could see the sun setting and coloring the whole sky orange. As I looked up, I saw several wood floors connected by ladders that went all the way up to the ceiling of the tower where a gigantic golden bell stood. Guess this must be the bell tower. I know, I'm very clever.

However, other things called my attention. Like the table and chair that stood on the side of the room; and the chest that was in another one; and the bed that stood in the other. All this indicated that someone definitely lived there, but it was obvious that, whoever it was, he didn't like company. But he had definitely taken those stairs, so he couldn't have gone anywhere else, so I tried to see if there was someone else in the room. I tried looking up to the other floors, but they were so dark that I couldn't make out anything.

I then heard a high "EEEK!" coming from behind me which also made him squeal and jump. I turned to see a small woman with long grey hair dressed in a white dress. She looked quite anxious about having found me there and I noticed she carried a tray with food.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" I quickly said. "I just arrived here and I thought I saw someone coming here… so I got curious and I…"

"Oh! It's alright! I should be the one apologizing!" said the woman. "You must be Indigo, right? The new boy? I'm Sumia."

"Actually it's Inigo. It's the same, but without the d." I said laughing a bit nervously. It wasn't the first time someone got my name wrong.

"My bad." she as she went and leaved the tray of food in the table. "Well, come with me, Inigo. Dinner is getting served and, with the day you had according to Brady, I'm sure you'll be hungry."

I was, though my body felt more tired than hungry and my mind was even more curious about the tower. As the woman started to guide me again back to the low floors, she suddenly tripped and went all the way down stairs falling. I screamed and ran after her and found her face down where I had first seen the strange figure.

"Are you all right?! Should I call somebody?!" I asked while helping her to get up.

"Oh! It's alright! Really!" she said, facing me with a smile. Her forehead was all red, but, apart from that, there were no signs of pain in her. "This happens to me all the time, so don't worry!"

I was still pretty shocked, but, as I accompanied her, I saw her trip at least three more times. Even with this, I couldn't help but feeling my heart jumping each time this happened.

"Inigo, could I ask you for something?" she said, stopping right before the door which, I guessed, went to the dining room.

"Yes?"

"Don't tell anyone about the tower."

I wanted to ask more, but Sumia simply opened the door without waiting for my response and went inside. So I simply followed her.

A/N: So, yeah, have a wild guess about what this is base on.

Not obvious yet? Wait until the next chapter.

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