Kassandra realized that if she ever wanted to get to the city again she would have to cause some kind of huge commotion that would distract her people and give her that chance to escape.

So she started to form a plan, realizing that it would have to be a kind of celebration or a positive kind of commotion, because if it was a bad kind then the people's censes would not help her cause, it would be harder to get away rather than easier...

Kassandra came up with a brilliant idea that took her all week to plan, she would put on a show and have the other children be a part of it, and everyone would come to watch especially Clopin and while he was distracted she would use the trap door to perform a disappearing tick... literally.

On the last night of finalizing her plans she stayed up later than usual in clopin's little 'home' where he watched her with a keen eye, suspicious because she hadn't tried to run away in a while, his rum had been a huge barrel suplyed by a local sailor (unawares of his donation.) and Clopin had gone... err... slightly over board in drinking the supply within the night.

Clank!

Kassandra looked up in time to see the mug drop from Clopin's unconscious hand.

It only now occurred to her that she could;

A: devise a complicated plan to get out, or

B: ... or she could just get Clopin drunk.

DAH! She felt like an idiot but wasted no time in fleeing the scene.

The chavi* made all haste as she exited the court of miracles and made to way towards the city.

(A/N: just need to point out that the reason Kassandra wasn't with

Esme is because…. Well, let's just say Esme was otherwise inclined with her

Blond 'stallion'.)

To disguise herself, Kassandra draped a large grey blanket over herself and walked with her head down so that the only thing you could see was a small figure and a walking stick giving the appearance of an old lady. This was so that she wasn't arrested and taken away. It was early morning and the city was yet to stir, the sun was yet to rise and everything was calm and quiet as the chavi* scampered across the street, nearby was a washing line, someone had left their cloths on the line, Kassandra ran over and snatched some children's clothes. Half an hour later when the city started to come alive again she would sneak through the guards and into the massive palace de justice.

Esmeralda walked through the streets of the city with Phoebus by her side; she was talking quietly to him when they passed an old beggar lady. Something about the lady was familiar to Esmeralda she just couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly.

The beggar kept her head down and poked her stick out from beneath the grey robes as if using it to navigate her way. Putting little more thought to it Esme walked faster to keep pace with Phoebus who had noticed nothing out of the usual.
The gypsy girl left her fiancé at the palace de justice and quickly dispersed herself towards the court of miracles, where she was to watch over Kase for the day so that Clopin could put on his puppet act for the towns children and hopefully bring home some coin, though, recently the town people have been keeping their children locked up too in fear that they might be mistaken for a gypsy child, hulled away and never seen again.

'What a pity we'll have to spend today inside.' Thought Esme as she walked down the catacomb, 'it's such a sunny day out and they are so rear at this time of the year, Kase would have enjoyed it.' Esme, deciding it was better not to dwell on what could have been and knocked on Clopin's door before entering.
"Clopin. CLOPIN!" Esmeralda cried, once she saw him on the floor, a puddle of drool seeping from his mouth and onto the floor. She went over and shook him but he was out cold. "Kassandra? Kase?" But there was no sign of the chavi* any ware, in a desperate attempt to wake Clopin, Esme, threw the remainder of rum from the barrel and onto Clopin's head.
Clopin steered but did not wake.
'What to do?' thought Esmeralda as she watched the gypsy man wipe the drool across his left cheek with the back of his hand then start snoring a hideously loud snore, only obtainable by drunken men.

'Sigh.'

With no other option Esmeralda left him in search for the chavi*.
(A/N: I apologies for putting to a/n in one chapter but before I forget to mention it later… again. The words with a * next to them are not English words they are

Romany (gypsy) and I think so far I've only use Chavi* which is basically girl/

A female gypsy who is unmarried -is often called a Chavi* until marriage.)

Mean wile Kassandra was having some problems of her own trying to get into the palace.
It wasn't as easy as you would have thought; she hadn't expected that phoebes would be on guard… that completely ruined her plans.
She was going to dress up in the clothes she'd 'borrowed' and claim that her 'Daddy was inside and that she had to go and talk to him. It was a matter of life or death.' Then if the guard still didn't let her through she was going to force her way in…. Phoebus' being there ruined all that, he would recognise her, he would make her go back and then she'd be put on a twenty four seven surveillance and would never get out again.
The problem was that she couldn't force her way in there... if she hurt Phoebus then Esmeralda would be extremely put off with her.
so now she had to figure out how to get in.
there was no back door unlocked, she didn't have the right tools to unlock one, she didn't have time to wait around for Phoebus's shift to end.
she would have to sneak in, maybe cause a distraction big enough to get Phoebus to leave his post and tend to the disturbance.
Kassandra made her way into the now crowded square, someone bumped into her, she screamed as loud as she could and dropped to the flour in a heap of gray fabric, people around started to panic.
Some looked around some dropped to the floor and others rushed towards the heap of fabric.

(A/N: sorry about the wait to my two reader one on DA one on …
I hadn't expected anyone to actually like my story… in any degree. I had a small writers block because I didn't know how Kassandra was going to get out of the court and then I didn't know what she was going to do to get herself herd and how she –one small child- was going to change the mind of The Lord Frowlo… then in history class it hit me all at once and I suddenly had my plot.)

Esme: Kasey why did you name the main character after your self?
Me: oh, because originally I was going to do a story on the Greek prophet Kassandra, and her reincarnation into a gypsy child, and then somehow it all changed when I started to write it and I ended up with a hond fan fic.
Esme: oh. Ok… that's um. Good then….
Me: *wistels*
Clopin: *suddenly run's by screaming* IM ON FIRE!
Esme: *sigh*
Me: *slaps head* Clopin, take the puppet off your hand and you wont be on fire anymore.

Clopin: *continues to run in circles screaming* FIRE! I'M ON FIRE! FIRE!
ME: anyways… more to come soon so hang in there.

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