Gabriel didn't know when it happened but he was asleep at his desk. He realized it when he felt someone shake him awake.

"Nathalie, why are you still here? Go home," he said in a sleepy tone.

"Well, I would but I can't go home yet," said a small, quiet voice.

Gabriel shot up and looked to see a small boy standing next to him. He had white short hair and wore silver shorts and a light purple button up shirt and a silver vest with dark purple spirals. His eyes were a pale purple color and soft white skin. He wore white calf high socks and black shoes. The boy looked about ten years old.

"Who are you?!"

"My name is Nooroo, sir. Master Fu sent me."

"Oh, he did? And what have you come here for?"

"Well, you need to be reminded of somethings and I am here to guide you through it and help you change your fate."

"Change my fate? What are you talking about? You're here to show me the future?"

"Sorry, I'm only allowed to show what's already happened before."

"What happened before? You mean my past?"

"Yes! I'm here to show you your past!"

"Nothing good can come from remembering the past," Gabriel stated bitterly.

"With a past like yours I can see why. But if you don't learn from the past, your future will be greatly affected by it."

"What do you know about my past?"

"Plenty. Now, we'd best be off."

Nooroo went to a window and opened it. Gabriel stood behind the boy and crossed his arms.

"You don't expect me to just jump out my window do you?"

"Oh no, I only opened it so they can get in."

"So who can get in?"

Suddenly, a swarm of white butterflies filled the room.

"These are my friends. They will help us get where we need to go."

They swarmed around Gabriel and said man was lifted off the ground.

"Put me down this instant!"

"I don't think you want them to." Gabriel realized how high off the ground he was. The boy giggled. "Let us fly!"

The butterflies carried them into the night sky. The stars lit up the sky and the lights on the buildings lit the ground below. They began to fly higher towards the clouds. After passing through it, they were no longer in Paris but a small village in the countryside.

"Where are we," asked Gabriel.

"You don't recognize it? This is your childhood village. And look! There's your house," beamed Nooroo.

Nooroo guided themselves to the ground just in front of a cottage. Each house was decorated for Christmas. Gabriel surveyed the brick houses with wreaths on the doors and garlands and lights wrapped around light poles and fence posts.

"I know his street," he whispered.

"I would hope so. You grew up here. Hey, isn't that you?"

Nooroo pointed to a young blonde haired, blue eyed boy walking down the street. He carried a satchel filled with art supplies. The young boy was heading straight for them but walked right through them.

"He didn't see us?"

"No one can see or hear us. This is the past, we can only observe."

Nooroo walked on following a young Gabriel to his home. Older Gabriel just looked in awe as Nooroo just walked through the closed door. He quickly walked in and saw himself sitting at the table drawing.

"You were quite the artist at that age. Constantly drawing," commented Nooroo.

"I was trying to learn," Gabriel said.

"Gabriel! You're home," cried a female voice. A brown haired blue eyed woman in a pink dress came from the kitchen.

"Mother," said an astonished Gabriel.

"Your mother was such a pretty lady," smiled Nooroo.

"She was," Gabriel smiled.

"Oh, darling what a lovely picture! You are such a wonderful artist," she gushed.

"Thank you Mama," beamed the younger Gabriel.

"Mother always encouraged me to draw."

"Yes, very supportive," said Nooroo.

Suddenly, a man barged in.

"Are you still drawing," he bellowed.

Both the older and the younger Gabriel flinched. A blonde haired gray eyed man stormed in looking angry.

"Father," both Gabriel's cried.

"Stop it with this ridiculous hobby of yours," he screamed as he snatched the sketch book and pencils.

"Armand! Please," begged his wife.

"Be quiet Julienne! He needs to have more masculine pursuits and drawing will get you no where!"

Armand threw his book and supplies into the fire.

"Papa, no!"

"No son of mine is going to draw and waste his life! Do something more productive!"

Armand left the house and slammed the door. Little Gabriel stood in front of the fire with tears in his eyes. Older Gabriel seethed in anger and clenched his fists.

"Seems your father wasn't that fond of your drawing," stated Nooroo.

"No, he wasn't," older Gabriel growled. "He expected me to follow in his footsteps."

"Interesting. Sounds like something that's happening with someone else's son."

Nooroo just looked at older Gabriel who didn't want to look at the purple clothed boy. Young Gabriel was crying now. He was devastated at what his father had done. He saved his money to purchase those items and his father had to take it away. He the felt arms wrap around him. Little Gabriel saw it was his mother who had a gentle expression on her face.

"I am so sorry my child. You didn't deserve that."

"Why is Papa so mean?"

"He's just worried about your future. He wants to make sure you are taken care of. But understand this, there is nothing wrong with being an artist and if it makes you happy, then by all means keep doing it."

"Alright Mama," sniffed little Gabriel.

Julienne kissed his forehead and hugged him. The scene soon faded and Nooroo and Gabriel were standing in a dark room.

"It's good that you listened to your mother," said Nooroo. "Otherwise, you'd never would have met her."

Their surroundings changed to a 20-something Gabriel sitting on a bench in a park in Paris with his sketch book.

"Perhaps I should lengthen the skirt here," he said.

"I remember this place. I would come here to sketch and gather inspiration," said the older Gabriel.

Gabriel was so focused on his drawing that he didn't realize someone had stepped up behind him.

"Wow, what a beautiful dress," said a soft, feminine voice.

Gabriel turned and saw a beautiful blonde haired, green eyed woman. Her angelic face left him speechless. As if a goddess had left heaven to grace him with her presence.

"Th-thank you, mademoiselle."

"Smooth talker weren't you," snickered Nooroo.

Older Gabriel frowned but continued to watch the scene.

"My name is Emilee. What's yours?"

"Gabriel. Gabriel Agreste."

"Pleasure to meet you. You know, the fashion house I model for is looking for new interns," Emilee said handing him a business card. "I'd highly recommend applying. I'll put in a good word for you."

"Oh, thank you. I'd greatly appreciate it."

"Of course. I'd better let you be then. Have a wonderful day."

As she began to walk away, something within Gabriel called out.

"Wait!" The woman stopped and looked at him. "Do-do you want to, um, get some coffee with me?"

Gabriel could believe he'd asked her that. There was no way she would say yes to that.

"I'd love to," she smiled. "I know a great place owned by a gentleman named Master Fu."

The scene faded again and they were once again in a dark room.

"Just think if you had never met her. You wouldn't be who you are today," stated Nooroo.

"I admit, she was a crucial part of my success."

"And don't forget when Adrien came into the picture."

Nooroo showed images of the Agreste family enjoying their time together. Gabriel's eyes got a little misty. There was a scene where Emilee and Gabriel took little Adrien to a tea shop Master Fu owned. Master Fu brought them green tea. Adrien tried the tea but he wasn't a fan of the flavor and his expression showed it. Emilee laughed and it made Gabriel's heart skip. He hadn't heard that sound in a long time.

"Those were happy times," smiled Gabriel.

"Yes, but there are some bad moments as well," sighed Nooroo.

The scenes changed to more somber ones. Emilee and Gabriel would argue; mostly about Adrien and what each thought was best. Gabriel argued the boy should be homeschooled so he could model. Emilee wanted him to go to school like regular boy should. Maybe model every once in a while.

"I don't know why we had to fight the way we did," lamented Gabriel.

"You had a clear vision for your son and you wanted to see it through. Just like your father had one for you," stated Nooroo.

Before Gabriel could say something, he heard crying. He saw a scene with Adrien as a little boy crying. Emilee knelt down and hugged him.

"Oh minou, it's alright," she cooed.

"Why is Papa so mean," he whined.

Gabriel bristled; it was just like when he was a boy.

"He's just worried for your future. He only wants what's best for you."

"But I don't like taking those pictures! I wanna go to school and make friends!"

"I know darling, I know. I will talk to him and see if we can work something out. I know that when you do start school that you will have lots of friends."

"Okay Mama."

The scene faded and the room went dark.

"She was gone not long after that. You wouldn't even look at Adrien since he looked like her so much. You immersed yourself into your work leaving Adrien with tutors and photographers to pick up the pieces."

"Please, don't show me anymore," cried Gabriel. "I don't want to remember."

"You need to remember. If you don't learn from what has happened before, you can't make amends for the future."

"I would like to return home now. Please send me home."

Gabriel's vision began to fade and when everything came back into focus, he was back in his office again. Nooroo was nowhere to be seen.

"Just a dream. Nothing more."

Gabriel sat down at his desk again to work.

Here's the next one! I have it planned out to one chapter a week with the final part uploaded Christmas morning. Isn't little Nooroo adorable?