The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Prologue: In 2007…
I remember. It was one of those cold, dark nights – ones that make you get out that old water-bottle and cradle it as if it were a baby, you know? Where the moon shines, only it's not a magical shine, what you hear about in children's fairytale books. No, it's a cold, hard, almost foreboding shine that makes you want to draw the curtains and hide beneath the covers 'til the morning. It sounds stupid, I know…if you had come up to me before it happened and said this, then I would have thought the same thing, believe me. But is doesn't seem so stupid now…anyway, it was one of those nights where you knew that something was just going to go wrong. And this night…was no exception.
Luna shivered as she lowered her small frame into her double bed. It was the 5th of May, 2007. She let loose her long, coppery-blonde hair and allowed it to tumble past her shoulders in a mass of slight, silky waves. Her clear, blue-green eyes studied the time on the silver-linked watch she held loosely in her delicate, pale hand: 11:45 p.m.
She sighed – Saturday night and her parents made her go to bed before midnight – while they were out having fun! Urgh.
She got out of bed and studied herself in the mirror…as her reflection gazed back at her, she let out a deflated sigh. She never considered herself pretty – not even close. Now did she ever consider herself slim, either. In her eyes, she was too short, too ugly for anyone to ever notice her romantically. In reality, she stood at 5ft 1", was of a very slender build and, with the aid of mascara, she was quite beautiful. Of course, she was the only person who was unfortunate enough not too see this.
As she climbed into her soft bed once more, she remembered what she had been reading earlier in the day, for her history class: a book on Notre Dame, in the 1500s. She remembered seeing the pictures of the gypsies – their tanned skin gleaming on the sunlight, their raven hair seeming almost on fire as it caught the sun, the women's slender, tall figures twirling round in series after series of movements earning them money from richer folk…and the adventure. "The Court of Miracles". Judge Claude Frollo. The guards…And how she longed to be one of them, out there, in the sun every day, dancing for a living and seeking adventure constantly…As she eyes drifted closed, in her mind's eye she saw herself twirling about in the traditional gypsy dress of a long, sea green skirt, a sea blue and green striped corset, and a white peasant, boat-necked blouse with elbow-long puffed sleeves, with a sky-blue, thick ribbon through her hair to finish off the look. Bare feet, save for a gold anklet around one ankle, a gold hoop earring in her right ear... Drifting off into sleep, her last thoughts were, "…Maybe, one day, I could be like that…"
End of prologue.
Author's Note: Sorry the first one's so short guys - it's just setting the scene! But the next one will be longer, I promise!! xox!
