After that morning, Rosa had been going down to see the prisoners as much as she could and sneaking extra food to them. The Romani who had spoken to her that first time became a quick friend. His name was Pierre, a very common name but still.

He often asked if he was an angel but she found to be an odd complement considering how plain she looked. She had long soft yet dull brown hair and large dark green doe like eyes. Her skin was oddly pale and her cheeks were littered with dark little speckles. She was small in build as well and to top everything she had a slightly round face do to the baby fat that she never seemed to have lost, which made her look even younger.

Today was the day before the Feast of Fools and most of the guards and the Minister were out. Rosa sat at the bars of the cell breaking a loaf of bread into pieces and passing them through to Pierre who then passed it out to the others.

"I am so sorry… It's not much but it's all I could get." She said sadly. Pierre shook his head and smiled at her.

"Non!.. Non it is more than enough… But…" He fell silent as he passed the rest of the bread out. Rosa winked at him and smiled as she handed him the last of the bread. She stood and quickly left the Romani in a state of confusion. He shrugged and bit into his share of bread. Pain erupted in his jaw and he spat it back out. A 'tink' sound caught his attention and he stared at the ground to see what looked like a piece of metal. He reached over and picked it up and found it to be a key. Joy flooded through him as he gripped it in between his hands and sent a silent prayer to the lord in thanks for sending one of his angels to free them…

…

Rosa sat in her room working on her very special outfit for the Feast of Fools. She made it from a patch work of dull dark colors of black and purple. She had a mask that looked like the face of a crow hidden under her bed as well. She had to keep it hidden or Emilia would burn it saying that she couldn't attend the feast. She felt that dressing in such a manner was her only chance at attending the festival without Minister Diable recognizing her.

With a sigh she put her sewing down and looked out her window. She stared toward the ground and smiled when she saw figures running about, diving into bushes for cover before taking off at a run toward town. She felt happy at seeing the Romani free.

...

Pierre ran as fast as he could with his comrades away from the Palace of Justice and strait to town where they promptly split into a number of smaller groups and went separate ways to make it harder to catch them all in case they were recognized. Pierre and his group were able to slip into a tavern without anyone noticing and then sneak into the store room where they took one of the many secret passage ways that led underneath Paris. Once underground they still didn't stop until they were knee deep in the filthy waters of the catacombs. Pierre and his group came to a halt in the darkness and he then shouted out.

"Hello?.. Galfza! It is Moi! Pierre!.. Galfza!" He waited for a moment. Listening to the darkness to see if he could hear any movement, torches blazed to life to reveal the skulls decorating the walls around them. But what he focused on was the men surrounding them, dressed like skeletons. One stepped forward removing his mask and smiled at Pierre in joy as he pulled him into a rough hug.

"Pierre… Brother you live!" He was over joyed.

"Oui Galfza I live. And I am free once more!… A few more days an no doubt I would be dead" The two released each other and stared at each other. " I must tell you about her my brother!.. You must hear about Le ange!"

"Ange?" Galfza looked at his brothers companions who nodded and smiled.

"Oui mon ange!" Pierre obtained a dreamy look on his face. " Le ange Rosa. She sat us free…"

A loud uproar was taking over the Court of Miracles when news of Pierres and the others return spread. Pierre told and told and retold the story of the girl who he called 'Le père cadeau'. Or as others called her 'ciel spécial ange'. But there was one who had yet to discover the happy news for he wasn't among them. The one to have yet hear the tale was the King of Gypsys himself.

Clopin was in the square putting on a puppet show for the children like always. Today the story was about a lion and a princess. Everything was going fine until he caught sight of some guards coming his way. With that he wrapped up the story with a quick sorry to the children and packed the puppets away quickly before took off.

"Halt Gypsy!" They shouted and took chase. Clopin rounded a corner and wiggled his way into a very small space between two buildings. The guards ran right past him without noticing him.

Clopin chuckled and removed himself from the cramped space. He turned and went the opposite way the two bumbling guards went and went back to the main street. Pausing next to a stand selling apples he eyed the fruit for a moment before grabbing one. The vendor glared at him and watched Clopin as he reached into a pouch and produced two coins and gave them to the vendor. Clopin tilted his hat and smiled to the three girls who were obviously the vendors daughters and they giggled as he walked by them and he bit the apple that would serve as his lunch for the day.

Walking farther down the street he came to the bakers and slipped inside the kitchens. There was only one person in there cleaning bowls that had been used to make that afternoons bread. They were obviously Gypsy, with the tanned skin black hair and large golden hoops in their ears.

The Gypsy looked up at Clopin and nodded. He produced a large loaf from under a upturned bowl and gave it to Clopin as he passed by. They just traded glances but it was enough as Clopin went into the storage room and vanished. The Gypsy looked around and quickly closed the door before going back to his work of cleaning.

Clopin walked through the catacombs whistling to himself as he went. Once he was knee deep in the filthy water he called out to the guards who should have been there but were not. He looked around suspiciously but continued onward toward the court. Once he reached it he threw his arms out and called.

"Honey I'm Hooome!"

No response.

Everyone was more interested in something that wasn't their King. Clopin frowned and shouted again, this time getting his subjects attention.

"Whats going on?" He shouted noticing that all the guards who should have been in the catacombs were among the crowd.

"Clopin! They are all back! Pierre and all the others!" A Gypsy girl shouted. "Pierre says that an ange saved them!"

"Ange?" Clopin said and moved forward to see the group of Romani in question. Pierre was in the middle of the group his dark skin tinged with an obvious blush. Clopin called him and turned around and walked back into the catacomb. Pierre followed him silently. Clopin then demanded for the larger male to retell the story one last time.

Pierre told the story and Clopin noticed how he spoke fondly of the girl that he called Rosa. One feature that caught his attention was how he described her eyes to be like dark emeralds. At the end of the story Clopin snorted and waved his hand like he was trying to dispel the story.

"Pierre… I highly doubt it was an angel who saved you… After all since when did heaven send one of their own to assist us?.. They didn't do so when Claude Frollo was slaughtering us… Non you should give up on such foolish beliefs." Clopin crossed his arms bitterly as he thought about the pain he and his people endured. "There is no way that this girl was an ang-"

"I am sorry my King but I won't stop believing just because you have…" Pierre grunted and turned away and went back into the Court, leaving a disgruntled Gypsy King behind him in the dark. Clopin ground his teeth in annoyance. He HATED being interrupted. But one thing he really hated was the thought that some outsider had helped his people were he couldn't…