Before the conquest, Paris was all that Adrien had ever known. He was born and raised in a small house located in a narrow alley near the artisan quarter. His family wasn't wealthy, but they were happy. His mother, a gentle woman with warm eyes, often baked fresh bread whose aroma filled their modest home. His father worked in a nearby forge, returning each evening with funny stories and hands blackened by soot and metal.
Adrien attended the neighborhood school, where he learned to read, to count, but most importantly to dream. He loved playing with his friends after class, running through the cobblestone streets, hiding behind the trees in the nearby park. He remembered with nostalgia those sunny afternoons, the clear laughter of his classmates resonating joyfully under the blue sky of the city.
Everything changed the day Paris's sky suddenly darkened.
