The night was cool and quiet as I silently slid through the city. Many buildings were dark, which I was grateful for because it made it harder for anyone to spot me. I continued to walk until I came upon the great Notre Dame. After looking around to make sure that the coast was clear, I walked up to the huge doors of the cathedral. They were massive, though they no longer impressed me like they did when I first saw them. Letting out a sigh of sadness, I opened the doors and walked in.
I crept up the steps to the bell tower and it brought tears to my eyes to know that my friend would not be there to greet me. He had died when Frollo pushed him off the bell tower. I remember the fear in his eyes as he fell down.
I remember the hangings, many of my people killed. I had been able to save a few of them, though it wasn't as many as I had hoped to save. The worst hanging to watch were those of the children. In Frollo's eyes, it didn't matter who you were, what your age was, you were a monster if you even only had a drop of Gypsy blood.
I walk around the bell tower and stop when I see Quasimodo's carvings. I see Clopin, the baker, the fisherman, Phoebus, and countless others. A sad smile forms on my lips when I look at the carvings. It makes me feel as though I am back in time. The carvings were frozen in what I could only guess was a happy place, at least, happier than they are right now. I look over to my left and see some burnt wood. I pick it up and can just make out the figure. It's me, holding my tambourine high in the air. A sad smile graces my lips as I stroke the carving. I put down the carving and look around the tower, thinking to myself.
Phoebus was killed along with many others at the hangings. Clopin had to hold me back to keep from going onto the stage. I was grateful afterwards. Phoebus once told me if he died to just continue living, so that's what I decided to do.I just haven't figured out how to just yet.
Clopin has been a great king and brother in all this madness. I always tried my hardest to keep from being sad, which turned out to be impossible, so I just put on a facade, though Clopin saw through it though. He is always trying to make me laugh with that little puppet of his. Maybe when I get back to the Court, I'll let the laughter come so I can make him stop feeling guilty, though it confuses me as to why he feels that way though.
The Court of Miracles is in the process of moving. We have already left the catacombs and are trying to find a place to set up. It's quite hard, trying to find a place where nobody would think to look. At the moment, we are set up in a village near Paris, though it can't be used as a permanent place. It is harder to get things like food and clothing there.
I go to one of the many windows and look out, realizing I have been here longer than I probably should have been. The sun was just beginning to rise. It was beautiful and I felt tears coming to my eyes. I could go on, I could get by. I wasn't thinking of the past or the future, no painful memories to bring tears. It was just me, looking at the sunrise, trying to decide which way I should go to keep that promise to Phoebus, to Quasimodo. To keep on living.