Publisher's note;
My sister made this; NOT ME. i just have the profile to put it on. The Author would also like to add that she does not own any of the characters mentioned here; except for the obvious original ones. I'm so proud of her, she's written the start of what I'm sure is going to be a great fanfic.

I Hope you all enjoy; and some reviews would be appreciated!

Prologue;

"Little girl

"Little girl?" what? What's going on? Everything's black. Ahh my aching head…

"Little girl, are you hurt?" of course I'm hurt! My head feels like someone dropped a brick on it. My eyes felt heavier than ever right now, and not being able to see so easily made me feel uneasy. But... I never remember feeling so tired…
"Little girl! Wake up and get out of the streets—Judge Frollo approaches!" I hear footsteps tapping away on the cobblestone roads as I open my eyes and see gypsies walking every which way I can see. I can hear a faint, yet recognizable sound through the ground; the sound of a horse trotting on the road, carrying behind it an old yet sturdy black carriage. I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling strength return to me as a strange type of terror sink in. I hoist myself up on my shaking, yet stable enough legs and walk to the side of the path, away from the road. There, horse carriage and all, came a man of unsightly age guiding the horse through the road I was lying on.

"Gypsies..." the man muttered. It would seem he was not very well rehearsed in the form of subtlety. "Despicable, foul creatures..." why is he saying this? I see gypsies everywhere, and yet none of them will stand up for themselves? Who is this man, to have such great control over everyone he passes? I look down upon myself to notice I was wearing the clothes of a gypsy. I felt my hands ball into fists and start to shake as the man who resembled a fossil continued to mutter profanities about the people who I apparently lived among. I steadied myself before pulling up my sleeves. I took a few steps through the crowd and stood in front of the man's horse, hating it. "little girl, no!" I heard a voice whisper. "I'm not a little girl; I'm sixteen and a half." I replied to the voice through gritted teeth.

I had never noticed how large the horse I halted was until I stood in front of it. Stupid on my behalf, yes, but this Lord of the Wrinkles needs to be taught a lesson in manners, whoever he is. "You up there! Get down here!" His dry lips showed signs of cracking as they pulled down into a scowl. "What do you want, gypsy girl? You have no business with me nor do you deserve it." I growled at that last part. Who is he to say what I do and don't deserve? What manner of foolishness is he playing at to think he's any better than I? I thought as I bared my teeth at him in pure rage.

"Why are you saying such things about these people? They have done nothing to you yet you choose to be so dishonorable to us." I was yelling at him by now. "We have every right to say and do what we wish to do so long as we live in this city!" It looked big enough to be a city from where I stood, so if I need correcting, someone will surely do so eventually.

"calm down, you filthy little mongrel--"

"I don't want to hear another word of that! I'm not filthy, I'm not little, and I am most certainly am not a mongrel of any type, unlike you, who seems best suited to living with the ones buried deep underground in the flaming pits of hell!" I spat at him, leaving a little glob of spit on his cheek. It surprised even me to know I was already beside him, spitting at him in disgust. Since when did I have such anger problems? Normally I'm a lot nicer than this... what is it about him that boils my blood so? I don't think it's possible for anyone to keep a straight face when dealing with a man like this. Honestly, where does he find his pleasure in being such a disrespecting man? He thinks he's so great, acting so high and mighty. I'll teach him a lesson. "And just to let you know, if it wasn't for the fact that you looked half dead already I would have taken a club to your head the moment I laid eyes on you!" I wasn't being very honest there, but hey, alls fair in love and war... this is just without the love. I heard many oohs and aahs from the crowd already formed around the old man and me.

"What is your name, girl?" the man hissed as he pulled out his long silver sword, which seemed to gleam in the sun's rays of bright white.

"…" what is my name? I never thought that would be such a hard question to answer, although I haven't exactly been thinking from when I woke up a few minutes ago.

"Speak, woman!" he moved his sword towards my neck; the tip barely grazing my throat as I gulped. "Or forever hold your peace." I glared wildly at him, and he smirked. He pulled his hand back, and swung the sword at me. I jumped back by some fast reflex I would have to thank god for later, and back flipped, landing sternly next to the horse I now recognized to be a black stallion. It was a shame to see such a lovely creature being made to cart around a man too lazy to walk. I stared back up at him, only to see he had already stepped down onto the road. His look remained composed but I could see the anger in his eyes; beads of sweat skimming down his pale old forehead and down his cheeks, under his neck. Only then did I realize the crowd had gotten too close to us both for me to be able to make a fast escape anywhere. I looked to my left and right nervously as the panic started to seep into me.

My breathing became light and I inhaled small breaths of air quickly as I saw he had both his hands on the hilt of his sword, aiming it in my direction. His nostrils flared and I started shaking, knowing I was too scared to do anything.

"A girl who dares make a fool of me is nothing more than a dead gypsy walking!" he spat as he charged towards me. I couldn't move. I was too frightened. I heard the silver blade swoop down towards me as he attacked. I gasped and closed my eyes as I awaited the blow to my torso.

I waited, and waited, but nothing had happened. I counted to ten and calmed down a little and felt as if I were flying, all though I had somehow curled up without noticing. I felt oddly warm and safe. Wherever I was, I didn't want to leave. This had to be heaven; I didn't even need to open my eyes to figure that out. I sighed with relief that I had felt no pain when I was struck. A small smile teased at my lips as I whispered the words: "I'm in heaven" and giggled a little in a way I never thought I could, then, from right next to my ear I heard a beautiful voice with a pleasant chuckling sound.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say heaven, mademoiselle, but I can assure you you're in the arms of a gypsy just as good."

My eyes flung open and I looked up. I was being carried. And carried by a stranger, nonetheless. I froze. What did I just say to this masked stranger?! No time like the present to find out while I was trying to move under his firm, but gentle grip, and failing miserably. I stuttered a few times, and he didn't seem to mind as he kept a steady walking pace somewhere away from the crowd I saw only moments ago. Then, after about four tries at speaking and ending up looking like a fish in a water tank with him laughing lightly at my every try, I managed to ask. "Who are you?"

His once smiling face turned hard; his lips tightening into a small thin line. I knew I must have said something to upset him, because I swear he was laughing a second ago. I was about to apologize but he smiled at me first and calmly said "I am Clopin Trouillefou. Although we only met a few moments ago in one of the strangest ways I can imagine..." he put me down, holding me to make sure I could stand upright by myself before he continued. He took his hat off, holding it in front of his chest and bowed to me. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, my fair lady."