Paris, France- 1885. July 14th )<br/><br/>Gabriel Belle has hardly left his hotel room over the last few months of his son Fionarro departing. A lonely pit had manifested in his heart the day Lorea had died and nothing since has ever been able to fill it. A knock sounds at the door breaking the silence of the room and jerking Gabriel’s attention from the large window by his bed. “Come in.” The aging Belle calls out to the oak portal. The door knob slowly turns and in rolls John, sitting in the wheelchair he had become quite masterful with over the last 2 and a half decades. “Hey, uhm I noticed you have a letter today, first one you’ve received in a few months.” He states as he rolls to Gabriel’s bedside wearing a lovely brown suede coat. Rolling up the sleeves of his Chemise, he grabs the end of the envelope only to be stopped by Johns grip tightening. “I don’t understand why you insist on dressing up.. you don’t even go anywhere Gabriel.” The man in the suede coat states as he lets go of the letter. Gabriel walks across the room to a desk that had collected a modest dust blanket across the top. He opens one of the drawers and rummages through useless items before unveiling a letter opener collecting rust at the bottom. “I don’t leave for a good reason John.” Gabriel calls to his friend without turning around, sliding the blade of the letter opener across the top of the envelope. “What good is it to be blessed with an ability that allows me to not age when I haven’t anyone to share my life with huh?” John does not answer as his comrade as the aged but still young looking Belle unfolds the piece of paper.<br/><br/>Gabriel already knew who had written it by the elegant seal over the front of the envelope but he can still feel the slight surprise well up at the sight of his father’s hand writing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">     Dear Gabriel<br/>Despite how you have shamed the Belle family name I would like you to come by the Belle Castle in England for dinner one of these days, it’s been ages sine I’ve seen or heard from you Come to think of it last time you had written me was to ask my blessing to marry that woman.. Lorea. <br/><br/>Sincerely- Montigues De La Belle </span><br/><br/>Gabriel reads over the letter twice before rolling his eyes and setting the delicate fibers of the paper a blaze. “You know John, I’ve been going over the events of Loreas death for a long time, something felt off in the Bio energy around us before the train derailed.. like it was being tampered with. To all that know the truth about what we Belles can do… it is a known fact that our main ability is Bio Energy manipulation.” Gabriel turns around, his eyes gleaming with hatred before he continues, “I have been suspecting lately.. that there was something more malicious that day John..” John can only frown and shake his head, “Don’t do this to yourself Gabe.” He states as he begins to turn around, “Maybe you should go perform at the park like the old days, Paris could use a good splash of spice these days.” And with that, John exits the room and goes up the hall to return to his lobby. Gabriel walks over to his window and stares at the foot traffic below. He then directs his soft eyes to the waste coat hanging upon the oak wood rack in the corner of his room. A sigh escapes his lips as he moves to put it on…. Gabriel the Enchanter returning once more… Before leaving he sits down to write a letter to his son, Fionarro De La Belle.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Spezia Italy- 1885, July 14th<br/><br/>Fionarro wakes early morning as he had forgotten to close the drapes of his bedside window. Golden rays of morning sunshine wash over his eyelids that twitch a moment before opening. A yawn escapes him as he runs a pale hand through his jet black hair and attempts at getting out of bed without waking Sophie. “No.” The tired girl says, her light voice muffled by the pillow she buries her face in for relief from the sunlight. “I’ve got to work Sophie.” He states as he walks over the a leather chair, holding his chemise, slacks and a lovely waste coat given to him by his father ten years ago. “I’ll be back this evening doll, there is some money in the slacks by the bed if you ever want food.” He says before offering a charming smile and exiting the apartment complex to flee to the public park that people have been secretly waiting at to watch his incredible feats of… “Magic.”