Sora looked out amongst the people of the town of Notre Dam. The large bells of the bell tower ringing; some loud, some soft. He inhaled and smiled, exhaling. He took one more inhale and from his mouth came:

"Morning in Paris, the city awakes to the bells of Notre Dame. The fisherman fishes the baker man bakes, to the bells of Notre Dame. The the big bells as loud as the thunder, to the small bells as soft as the psalm. And some say the soul of the city's the toll of the bells, the bells of Notre Dame!"

Sora watched as he gathered a little crowd of children. He took out his replica puppet and smiled, beginning to speak to the small children; he knew they may not truly understand his tales as much as an adult would, but he loved to entertain. The confused expressions on their faces made him want to teach them more about the history of their village.

"Listen, they're beautiful, no?" Sora asked, putting his hand to his ear to better hear the bells.

"So many colors of sound, so many changing moods because you know, they don't ring all by themselves-"

Sora paused to make his puppet gasp, "They don't!?"

"No, you silly boy," Sora said, using his own voice this time. "Up there, high in the bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature?" Sora asked. The puppet held out his arms, "Who?" "What is he?" Sora asked again. "What?" the puppet asked scratching it's head. "How did he come to be there?" "How?" Sora hit the small hand puppet on the head with a stick used for punishment in the schools, receiving a laugh from his audience. "Hush, and Sora will tell you. It is a tale, a tale of a man...and a monster!"

"Dark was the night when our tale was begun, on the docks of Notre Dame."

Throughout the docks of Notre Dame an infants cries echoed through the halls.

Zexion, one of the gypsies was irritated and annoyed by the baby's crying so he spoke out. "Shut it up, will you!"

"We'll be spotted!" Terra whispered aloud.

"Hush little one," Namine whispered.

"Four frightened gypsies slid silently under the docks near Notre Dame."

"Four guildings for Safe passage into Paris," The guide said in his raspy, over exaggerated voice.

"But a trap had been laid for the Gypsies , and they gazed up in fear and alarm at a a figure who's clutches were iron as much as the bells."

Zexion gasped, "Judge Claude Xemnas!"

"The bells of Notre Dame!"

"Judge Claude Xemnas long to purge the world of vice and sin. And he saw corruption ev'rywhere, except within."

Xemnas looked down from his black mustang at the gypsies and his minions in disgust. "Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice."

A guard looked at Namine, "You there! What are you hiding!?" he yelled, grabbing her arm.

Xemnas looked over at the guard and the gypsy, "Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her."

Sora looked deep into all the children's eyes. "She ran," he said, his words long and exaggerated.

Namine ran across the snow and through an alley. She wouldn't let the man take her beautiful child. When he was just about to grab her Namine jumped over a small iron fence. The horse Xemnas was riding could not jumped over it because it was two large to squeeze into the small space.

"Dies irae, dies illa, solvet saeclum in favilla teste David cum sibylla. Quantas tremor est futurus. Quando Judex est venturus."

She managed to get away from him for the moment. Her breath increased as she panted upon coming to the church. Her heart pounded against her chest as she ran up to the doors and knocked several times over. "Sanctuary! Please give us Sanctuary!" she cried. Xemnas came out of the alley he had detoured into. He grabbed the bundle from Namine's arms and she fell back onto the steps. A loud crack came from her direction; after losing her footing she fell and snapped her neck.

Xemnas rose an eyebrow at the dead gypsy on the stairs, then turned his attention to the bundle that had begun whimpering. "A baby?" he removed the blanket from the bundle's body and face. "A monster!"

He covered it up and looked around; a well came into vision, and he got a cruel idea. His horse trotted to the well and he held the child just above it.

"Stop!"

"Cried Mickey, the Archdeacon."

"This is an unholy demon, I am sending it back to hell, where it belongs," Xemnas explained.

The archdeacon held Namine in his arms and looked up at Xemnas. "See there the innocent blood you have spilt, on the steps of Notre Dame."

"I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued." Xemnas looked away from the archdeacon.

Mickey mouse's expression turned sterner, "and now you would add this child's blood to your guilt on the steps of Notre Dame!"

"My conscience is clear!" Xemnas nearly yelled.

"You can lie to yourself and your minions. You can claim that you haven't a qualm , but you never can run from nor hide what you've done from the eyes...the very eyes of Notre Dame!"

"Lord have mercy!"

Xemnas gasped and looked around at the statues that seemed to glare at him. Every one of those stone cold eyes glaring; they knew what he did. He gulped and looked back at the archdeacon.

"And for one time in his life of power and control-"

"Lord have mercy!"

"Xemnas felt a twinge of of fear for his immortal soul!"

Xemnas blinked, "What must I do!?" he asked hurriedly; like all the demons would come and get him right there and then.

"Care for the child and raise it as your own." Mickey turned and began to carry Namine into the church.

"What?!" Xemnas gasped, forcing the archdeacon to stop. The archdeacon turned and looked at Xemnas. "I'd be settled with this misshapen...? Very well. Let him live with you, in your church."

"Live here? Where?" Mickey said, his eyes widened.

"Anywhere...just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see. The bell tower perhaps. And who knows, our lord works in mysterious ways. Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be of use to me," Xemnas spewed.

Sora looked the children in the eyes; manipulating their feelings with his look, frightening them you might say. "And Xemnas gave the child a cruel name...A name that means half-formed, Roxas. Now here is a riddle to guess if you can sing the bells of Notre Dame. Who is the monster and who is the man?"

Sora inhaled deeply. "Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells. Bells of Notre Dame!"

bThe truth is Roxas was too beautiful and his features seemed, to Xemnas, as demon beauty. He was too perfect, therefore a sin. He wanted no one to behold the beauty of him and fall for his demonic ways. /b