"You shouldn't, master will get mad if he finds out."
I rolled my eyes, swinging my legs over the side of the church.
"Stop worrying Quasi, he says I'm going to hell anyway, might as well make sure of it."
With a smile, I slid down the wall, jumping the last twenty, landing hard on the cobblestone.
Standing up, I looked around, not spotting Claude Frollo, I skipped into town.
"Bonjour Syeira!"
"Bonjour!"
The grey hair lady smiled at me, handing me a piece of bread, thanking her, I continued my way threw town. I might only be five years old, but I knew the city like the back of my hand, looking down at the cobblestone, watching my footing. Until I collided with someone, landing hard on my but. Looking up at the person, I had collided with. Glaring at him (as threatening as a five year old can be) as he laughed an offered me a hand up, taking it, I took in the teenagers appearance. His short black hair, slightly large nose, tan skin, black eyes, he was wearing a bright yellow and purple outfit.

"Sorry petite mademoiselle."
"I am no little."
He laughed starring down at me, rolling my eyes I decided to head back to the cathedral.
Spinning on my heels I stopped dead when I spotted Frollo's horse outside the cathedral, taking off at a full run, I entered threw a back door, almost running into the archdeacon.
"Calm down Syeira, I will cover for you."
"Thank you."
He smiled and patted my head, telling me to kneel in front of the Virgin Marry, as Frollo was descending the stairs that led to Quasi's and mine rooms. Spotting me, a look of pure rage crossed his features, turning my head I sent a silent prayer, not waning to be punished.
"You will not disturb her Frollo."
"She left the cathedral, she needs to be punished."
"On the contrary, she was with me in mass this morning."

With a growl he stormed out of Notre Dame, standing up I thanked the archdeacon, climbing the stairs I hugged Quasi.

-Ten years later-

Looking down at the city, I sighed, I hadn't been down on the streets since that day when I was five, I never forgot that boy I ran into. Keeping watch from the bell tower, I would watch him entertain the children, leaving at the same time everyday.
Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I looked over at Quasi.
"Watching him again?"
"Oui, he was so different back then, even from here I can tell something is off."
"You don't even know his name."
I laughed looking at the teenager, that was like my brother.
"Yeah, I know."

Shrugging my shoulders, I walked to my room, grabbing a piece of paper and a piece of charcoal, I drew what the city looked like, or at least what I remember it looking like at ground level.
Hearing my door open, I turned around to see Frollo looking down at me.
Thirty minutes later, I was bolting out of the cathedral, it was raining, feeling the only thing that ment something to me slip from my fingers, I decided my mothers earrings would have to wait, I couldn't get caught, reaching the outskirts of town, I turned back to see guards searching everywhere for me.
Making up my mind, I stuck to the main road, getting as far away from the only home I've ever known as I can.