The cold streets of France were much to be forced with. However I still continue to dance, as I always have. It was my 19 birthday today. (Picture is when she is 22)

Very few coins in the hat at my feet. I was dressed in a white strapless top, my stomach showed. A sky blue dress frilled on my hips. Golden bracelets on my wrists and ankles. No shoes on my bare feet.

"Get out of here Gypsy!" Yelled men who charged through the people who watched.

I grab my hat and try to run however, I'm punched, stepped on, and they took the money that was meant to feed mouths back home. "Rotten Filth!" Snapped one of the soldiers.

My name is Esmeralda, I'm a Gypsy on the streets of France. I've danced since I've been able. I hid for much longer.

My dress was torn, my white blouse stained in mud. Blood coming from my lip. I shiver, being cold, scared and alone. My mother died when I was young. My father I never knew.

After wiping my eyes I stood and walked away, home to the Court of Miracles for the night. I slip on my cloak and walk.

I dare not look up at the pale grey sky. I hear the Cathedral bells ring as snow fell. My breath much visible, like cigar smoke.

"What a perfect night, wouldn't you say? Gypsy." I heard a Roman voice. Yet no one was around me. It was clear and it seemed to be right next to me.

I then hear hoof beats, a animal clad in black rode towards me. I ran recognizing the beasts owner.

'Judge Claude Frollo.' I thought to myself.

I eventually make it to the court yard. Armored soldiers waited for me. I stop, feeling a arrow skim my forearm. I turn as Frollo's horse reared, a whip in hand. I close my eyes waiting for the slash to come.

A loud clank, like Leather to Iron or Steel.

I open my eyes and a tall armored creature stood before me.

A black cloak blending in with his black hair like mine. He was tall, seven even perhaps. He nearly invisible in the shadow.

"Who are you?" Asked Claude Frollo.

He lowered the whipped armored arm. "I'm Prince Vladimir the Fourth, my father has sent me to assist the church in ridding these Gypsy verman for good." He replies with a Roman accent.

"Prince of Rome?" He looked behind the tall prince. "Do as you will with the Gypsy girl, she or her other rats must never come back."

An he and his men left. I was to frightened to move or even breath. Once the left he turned to face me. He had pale skin, and sunset red eyes. I shook before him as he knelled.

"You're the voice, who spoke to me." I state in a whisper.

"A delightful assumption Gypsy." He had replied. Lightly holding my forearms.

I gasp.

"Yes, I did speak to you." He then extended his tongue to my arm, and licked some of my blood away.

"I'm not really here to rid of your people, Esmeralda." He whispered after he licked his lips. He helped me to my feet.

"You must go, If the Judge finds you alive he'll certainly be angry with my family. So I give you a gift, that's as well a curse. I give you the ability to speak with God, and allow your people to live under his care. The curse part of it is," He paused biting my shoulder.

I felt two pricks. Then I felt warm blood leave my body and run down my back.

A burning sensation then prickled my skin.

"I curse you with the future's Hell gates!" 

Hellish colored flames then engulf me, I felt my soul leave my body and it was replaced with something else.

When I open my eyes I see my brother Clopin, the Jokester Gypsy.

"Are you alright?"

I nod and see the Court of Miracles. 

"Everything is fine."