While Parisian revolutionaries and mutinous troops marched to the Bastille, a royal fortress, and succesfuly taken over the hated symbol of the tyranny of the Bourbon monarchs., in Caen a stranger aproached Joseph Fouché.
"You may belong to the Oratians Order, but I can tell that you don´t believe in God. Oh no! You shall become one of the most impure souls that ever walked in this sinful world!" The stranger said.
"Who are you?" asked an angry, but astonished Fouché.
"You are not destined to become God´s servant. You certainly do not aspire to become a humble priest whom, if lucky, may aspire to be named cardinal and kiss the Pope´s feet…Oh no! Your ambition is too strong! I am the one who will grant you your most desired dreams. You are one of the destined men to change history. To take down the french monarchy. You shall help seal the fate of the unfortunate king and his queen… "
Fouché would remember that moment until the day of his death. And the stranger was right, he never became a priest.
Politics were his destiny