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Once Upon a Time… Or something…

A man in his mid-to-late forties with dark brown hair that seemed to start graying at the temples just recently and kind brown eyes, not that the latter of the traits could be seen. He along with a few other men stood hunched over rocks, slowly chipping away at the rocks with pick-axes and such.

This man's name was Jean Valjean.

Jean Valjean was a man with a kind-heart who tried to steal a loaf of bread to save his sister's new-born son. He would've succeeded if it weren't for two things. One: He was caught. Two: He was caught by the infamous wizard, Javert.

Now, Javert had certainly more than enough bread to spare, but he was a type of man to abide by the law. And it was against the law to steal. And so, seeing as how the law was seemingly non-existence at this era in history, cursed Jean Valjean to be a servant in his dark fortress for nineteen years.

Luckily, for Jean Valjean, those nineteen years were up.

"Now, bring me prisoner 24601!" Javert's voice came booming down to the prisoner/servants, yet the man in question seemed almost reluctantly to say so. All the while, some guards of Javert's fortress grabbed Valjean and brought him to be faced by the evil wizard himself.

"You're time is up, you know what that means?" Javert asked Valjean crossly.

"Yes." Valjean smiled. "It means I'm free…"

"Or so he thinks…" Javert thought wickedly to himself.

"You served nineteen years for your crime-"Javert began

"I just stole a loaf of bread!" Valjean said through gritted teeth.

Javert, upon hearing this, glared at the man. "Just be happy I'm letting you go Valjean." With a snap of Javert's fingers, the chains around Valjean's hand disappeared. "Be happy for that, 24601."

And Valjean was. He was gladly able to walk through the rusted iron gates of the fortress and more importantly, away from Javert.

But what Jean Valjean didn't know was that after he had left, Javert had left the galleys to go to his sort of "Lair". And it was in that lair that our plot would thicken. For Javert was working tirelessly on a new project.

A curse.

A curse that would cause the poor soul that was cursed, that no matter where this person went, no matter who he talked to, no matter what he was doing, he would be seen as a common criminal of the worst aspects. Javert planned to place this curse on the head of Jean Valjean.

You see, Valjean was a hard-working man. Strong. A good leader. Javert needed more men like that working for him. And he theorized that if everyone shunned him, then Valjean would have nowhere else to go and come crawling back to him.

"Finished at last." Javert said proudly as the brew in the pot turned a sort of purple-ish color. Waving his hand over the brew, the liquid turned to smoke and made its way quickly and quietly out of the room. "Go… Fulfill your purpose…"

~With Jean Valjean. About a week later~

Valjean, starving and tired, dragged himself into a stable and found himself a few barrels of hay to rest on. The man didn't know how it happened, but wherever he went, people would treat him as no more than scum of the street. Inn keepers and their wives would not even allow him on their front step. Employment places wouldn't even glance in his direction. And he hadn't had a proper meal since he left the fortress.

Valjean knew something was wrong, but he was too tired to think about it. "If I could just get a good night's sleep, then I'll be able to sort this out…" Valjean trailed off as he laid his head against the hay.

It seemed as though he had only closed his eyes for a minutes when he was gently shaken awake by a man. A seventy-six year old man with a kindly smile and hair that was white-grey.

"Welcome, M'sieur."The man smiled down kindly at Jean Valjean. "Are you sure you would not be more comfortable sleeping in the actual house of god?"

To say Valjean was surprised to say the least, would be an understatement. "Are… Are you certain, Monsieur?"

In response, the man nodded and held out his hand. "My name is Myriel. I am the Bishop of this church."

Valjean glanced at the hand and then smiled, albeit it was a ghost of a smile, but it still counted. "I am Jean Valjean."

~About one-and-a-half hours later~

Valjean was kindly served the best meal he had in nineteen years. He ate the lion's share of the meal. And he was given a comfortable room to spend the night in. But, and while Valjean was surprised by this man's sudden act of generosity and kindness, what surprised Valjean the most is when he was asked this question by Myriel.

"What were you doing out in the stables anyway?"

Not wanting to lie to the man who probably saved his life, Valjean told him about how he was recently released from servitude to an evil wizard and everything that has happened since he left the fortress.

"Ooh," Myriel said once Valjean had finished. "This is serious…" Before Valjean could questioned what he meant, Myriel's eyes lit up. "Don't worry! I have a solution my friend!"

Following the elderly man, back into the kitchen of the church, Valjean was surprised to find Myriel searching through the drawers of the kitchen.

"Might I ask what you are looking for, M-"Valjean started in amusement.

"AH-HA! Here it is!" Myriel exclaimed happily as he showed Valjean a little slip of paper. It was old. Decades old in fact. There was writing on it, but it was faded so it was hard for Valjean to read.

"Monsieur Myriel, what is that?" Valjean asked.

"Allow me to show you, m'sieur." Myriel answered as he lit the little card on fire, thanks to a nearby candle, and quickly threw it to the ground.

But before Valjean could react, the card erupted in a cloud of thick, pinkish-white smoke. Causing both men to cough. But Valjean distinctively heard someone else cough.

"Sorry 'bout that!" Valjean heard a female voice cough out. He looked up to see a girl with curly auburn hair, green-hazel eyes, lightly tan skin and freckles slashed all-over her face step out from the smoke and in his direction. This girl was wearing a baby-pink ball gown with a gold sash, snow-white elbow length gloves, pink satin shoes, and a pink tiara atop her head carrying a brown stick with a gold star at the top end of it. One thing that Valjean noticed about this girl was that she had baby-pink and gold butterfly wings coming out of her back.

This girl was a real live fairy!

"The department thought the smoke would make for a better entrance but it is still a good cause for lung disease." The fairy said.

"Azel-"Myriel started

"Just a second, buddy. Let me take care of this smoke first." The fairy said. With a wave of her hand, a small tornado came and sucked the smoke into it. The fairy snapped her fingers and the tornado disappeared.

"That's better, don't you think?" The fairy asked no one in particular.

"Still the same old girl, aren't you?" Myriel asked smiling.

The fairy turned and then gasped in surprise. "Myriel!" The fairy hugged the old man. Then pulled away from him. "My how have you…" A slight frown came onto the fairy's face as she noticed Myriel's many wrinkles. "… Grown."

Myriel sighed. "I would like you to meet-"But of course, he never finished.

The fairy turned around and spotted Jean Valjean. "OH! Hello, there! I'm sorry I didn't notice you earlier!" The fairy approached Valjean with a big grin on her face. "My name is Azelma Jondrette! Fairy-Godmother Extraordinar!"

As Azelma said that, those exact words appeared above her head in pink and gold words.

"Extraordinar?" Myriel questioned.

"Don't sass me, Myriel!" Azelma said holding her hand up. It was then that Valjean decided that he both liked and feared this girl.

"I am sorry," Valjean spoke up. "But I am terribly confused about what is going on here! How do you two even know each other?"

Azelma giggled. "Oh, I am Myriel's fairy-godmother. When he was born, I gifted him the ability to see people for who they truly are. Which I am assuming is the reason I was summoned here…" Azelma's smile disappeared and was quickly replaced by a threatening glare "And if it wasn't you two have to explain to my superiors why I wasn't able to give my gift to Princess Aurora at her birth celebration today!"

Yep, Valjean both liked and feared this girl.

"It is extremely important, Azelma!" Myriel told the fairy. "This man, Jean Valjean, has been cursed!"

"Cursed?!" Valjean exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh yeah," Azelma said as she stepped up close to exam Valjean. "He has been cursed." She walked around the man, frowning. Then, she waved her hand above his head but immediately withdrew her hand. "It's a pretty big one to. Strong as well." Azelma looked up at Valjean with a questioning glance. "Tell me, Monsieur, have you been into contact with any witches or warlocks or wizards of any sort recently?"

This is when Valjean frowned. "For nineteen winters I was prisoner and servant under a wizard by the name of Javert."

Azelma gasped in shock and horror "Javert?! He is the worst!" Azelma scoffed "He is a disgrace to magic and all of its users!"

"So," Myriel said "Can you help him?"

Azelma cast an unreadable glance at Myriel over her shoulder. "You insult me Myriel."

Azelma turned back to Valjean and smiled sweetly. "Ok… Um… Close your eyes, think happy thoughts, and don't inhale 'till I tell you to."

"Why must I not inhale?" Valjean asked curiously.

"We've been having some lawsuits against the department… And apparently were supposed to tell our clients to not inhale… So…" Azelma trailed off, glancing nervously between Valjean, her shoes, and the walls.

A bit nervous, Valjean closed his eyes, took a deep, deep, DEEP breath, and thought about things that brought joy to his life. His sister, his nieces and nephews, etc. He felt a warm presence pass over his body starting at his head and going down to his toes. He also felt something being sprinkled over his head.

"Ok! You can open your eyes and breathe again!" Azelma told him happily. He obliged happily.

"Now, what I have done for you is put a spell on you. It counteracts the curse that Javert put on you, allowing you to be seen as an ordinary man. Just not by the name of Jean Valjean." Azelma explained sweetly. "You still look the same, but everyone will know you by the name of Monsieur Madeleine. And, this is extremely important; the spell will only work as long as Javert never finds out who you are. If he is ever to find out who you are, the spell will be broken and he will always be able to see you as Jean Valjean. Got it?"

Valjean nodded in understanding. Azelma smiled brightly at him. "Great! Oh, and take this too!" Azelma said handing him a vile with a pinkish liquid in it.

"What is it?" Valjean asked.

"It's an Appearance Potion." Azelma told him but was given a questioning look from Valjean. "When you drink it all the hair that's on your chin will move back to the top of your head and all of your cavities will be fixed and all of your teeth whitened! And don't say that you don't need this honey, because you really need it."

Valjean smiled. "Thank you, Mademoiselle Azelma, this means a lot to me…"

"I see great things in your future Jean Valjean, great things indeed. And I wish you nothing but happiness in the future!" Azelma smiled knowingly at Valjean. Then turned to Myriel and handed him a pouch. "I'd use that after I leave."

And with a happy grin on her face and a snap of her fingers, Azelma was gone in yet another thick cloud of pinkish-white smoke.

Valjean, after the smoke had been cleared, looked down at the potion in his hand. He had been given a new name, he would be able to change his appearance, and now a new story would begin for him.

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