Hello, mon ami, you are here for the last piece of our story, non? Oui, oui, it's coming to an end. Life drifts on, petit. So, the ending.

Jeanne did not die of her injuries. She ruled the Court for several more years, as she healed. The dark men who had come the night of the beating stayed, and fitted themselves into the Court. Alain grew up far too fast, and Paris teetered unstably between Claude Frollo and the Reinne des Ennuis.

Clopin shook the box, curious. Something soft flapped against the side. What had Alain made him? He opened it carefully, and smiled at what he saw.

Twelve puppets, all of them people he knew, rested in a jumble in the box. He was on top of the pile, a silly smile on his face. Alain had his mother's skill with fabric, and for a second Clopin's heart clenched, remembering his own mother. But this was the Feast of Fools, and his sorrow was hidden as he scooped up the puppets and grinned at the younger boy.

"These are perfect, Alain. Thank you!"

The boy grinned at him, before grabbing his hand and dragging him outside.

"Wait till you see what Auntie got you!"

A small painted wagon sat in the square, it's colours a little too bright and new. Jeanne leaned against it, smiling.

"Happy Twenty-first Feast of Fools, Clopin."

"A puppet show? All for me?"

She smiled, and the kid tugged him inside, to show him around his stage. Alain had clearly been here before.

Jeanne slipped away, back to the Court.

They were all there, all except Clopin, trying to figure out how to tell him. The Court of Miracles had voted amongst themselves, and decided on something that, Jeanne was sure, Clopin would never forgive her for. He didn't see how important he was, how everyone in the court loved him and his jokes.

"You'll have to tell him, Jeanne. Some time when he can't argue."

She sighed, and nodded.

Later on, after the feast, once the party had returned to the court, Jeanne and Chante stood up on one of the tables and together yelled for silence.

"Gypsies, fools, DRUNKARDS! PAY ATTENTION!"

Laughter and quieting greeted them.

Jeanne started.

"We found a place for rebellion, a place for those who were wrongly hunted to be free. We refused to submit quietly to domination. The people of Paris named me La Reinne des Ennuis, and we the Court of Miracles!"

There was a cheer.

"But I cannot rule forever. I present an admirable Heir, my sister's son, to take the throne when he is ready."

Alain was lifted up on the men's shoulder as they, cheering, sent him up to the table.

"Until my Heir succeeds me, I do not want to rule alone."

Clopin expected her to pull Chante into the spotlight next, or even Esmeralda.

"We need a King!" Pierre yelled, and Jeanne's blue eyes laughed with her smile.

"Just so, My Court of Miracles, where the lamed walk and the dead drink. I present to you the King you have chosen yourself, Clopin Trouillefou, le Roi de Truands!"

And so, that is how I became what I am today. I met a Thief in the marketplace.

Thank you for hearing my story, friends. Come back for another sometime, yes?

Au revoir, petit.

(Thank you for reading my first Fanfic ever. :) please, enjoy life as you live it!)