A lone passenger ship gently arrives at the ports of La Spezia, Italy, one calm Sunday morning. The calm warm air sets motionless upon the sailors and dock hands as they view the ship coming to port. Family members and friends of some of the passengers await the ships inhabitants with so much excitement, it can be felt by passer by’s. Even Aadarshini and Renzu had family waiting for them, but Fionarro De La Belle hadn’t a single soul awaiting his arrival to Italy. Fionarro was just simply beginning his life’s journey.<br/>The pale man gently walks off the ship, thick black hair fluttering about as a breeze calmly brushes past him. Renzu’s kind hand rests upon Fionarros shoulder as the two glance at each other, “My friend, I hope we will stay in touch yes?” He asks in a hopeful tone. The two had been together through the entire ordeal and survived out at sea together, to Fionarro the thought of just ending their relationship there was a heart breaking feeling. “Of course Renzu.” He says hugging the man gently, then kindly waving to Aadarshini before turning around and through the crowd alone as gypsies do.<br/><br/>Across the street, a small blonde hair child stares at Fionarro as he makes his lonely march forward, the boy cannot put his finger on it but he feels something deep within his gut whenever he looks at the black haired Belle. The boy, whose name was Chadwick, didn’t know it at the time but one day Fionarro would play a large role in his life.<br/><br/>Fionarro, walks silently up the street, lost in thought as to how he would get money. Finally he comes across a public park and begins to follow in Gabriel’s footsteps.<br/><br/>Two girls, young and beautiful are walking home on a crisp cold Sunday night. The street is gently lit by a soft orange hue. Something catches Sophie’s eye as they pass the park. There is a man standing there, he is surrounded by small candles and wears a bright white chemise, black pants, a black waist coat and finally one lone black band on his right wrist. Sophie wants to keep walking but there is something about the man that practically forces her and her friend to begin to move towards the center of the field. As the near the mysterious figure, cold wind gently glides past them and is suddenly relived and replaced by cold air. “Hello.” A sweet, smooth voice escapes from the figure, from behind his beautiful black hair, “How are we tonight?” He asks, to gleaming green eyes peer up to the pair. Crystal says nothing but Sophie replies as soon as the question is asked, “We are ok, what about you?” She replies in a soft, nervous tone. “Im ok.” Fionarro says as he approaches the girl, “Don’t be intimidated darling.” He tells her as he lifts his arms to the side, causing a powerful breeze to swirl around them. The breeze catches the fire of the small candles and suddenly, they are surrounded by swirling flame that slowly shifts to an orange red.. then to a bright red, a deep violet, a bright.. hot white.. then disappears. “I am Fionarro De La Belle.” The man says as he bows. “Im Sophie.” The girl tells him, her voice signifying how intrigued she was, her friend had already left due to fear of what she could not understand nor comprehend. The two bathe in moonlight as Fionarro wows her with his impossible feats of, what she perceived as, magic. Fionarro, had become incredibly skilled in controlling his atmosphere and caused the oxygen around them to give off a lovely scent that would make one think of lovely roses and crisp chocolate glazed with caramel.  “I don’t know if I should be here.” She says as she watches the fabric of Fionarro’s cloths turn different colors. “Why is that my darling?” Fionarro asks in that lovely smooth tone. She shrugs and frowns slightly, “Is this like, demonic?” she asks him. He smiles and shakes his head, placing to comforting hands upon her shoulders he kindly replies, “Sophie, people will brand what they do not understand, as evil or demonic. You must decide for yourself what is wrong and right. I am not hurting you and am not harming anything; my abilities are for pure enjoyment.” He whispers to her. She blushes slightly, feeling his words on her skin. “W-would you want to go somewhere else?” She asks him in a shy voice to which Fionarro smiles as he escorts her up the street, following her directions to her apartment inventively.