Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do not own the characters, they all belong to Disney. Only character I own is Jocelyn, Pocahontas' mother. The main idea behind this was thought up by Default871 aka Maria from Youtube. She had created a trailer called Fainting Whispers and decided to make a contest for people to make a movie to the trailer (you can view the link on my page). So anyway I got inspired watching the videos and decided to ask permission to create a story on this. There are other ideas from the videos that I used (I don't mean to steal, there's only a few things I used and I give full credit to those who made them). Hope there's no problem with that for those reading this. I hope it's good, and I hope everyone enjoys.
A/N: This is my first Disney crossover fic between Pocahontas and Hunchback of Notre Dame. So of course it's going to be a little different than my other stories I have posted. Firstly I'd like to apologize for the long description in the disclaimer; I thought I'd inform my readers about this fan fiction. Secondly I would like to thank Maria for allowing me to use her video for my story.
Summery: Pocahontas and Esmeralda are born Gypsies and neither one belong in the world. Both parents were killed when they were little leaving them orphans, one to be raised by a cruel man, the other to live with other Gypsies. Sixteen years have passed both have grown into beautiful young women. When both girls meet they develop a bond, stronger than anything. But one man was about to change everything. When choices are made bonds are broken. Is love always enough? Who will win in a war like this? Please read and review.
Prologue
Night had fallen on the city of Paris. It was also a peaceful and perfect time. But not everything can be as tame as one wished. A young woman no older than seventeen, wearing a long blue dress with a matching hood over her head, held a small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket in her arms. A worried look was planted upon her face for the safety of her baby. The child itself did not stir from its sleep. None of the tension in the air worried the little one like it did the mother.
"My darling little girl, I promise you I will keep you safe as long as I can. But we must find a safe spot away from the danger," the woman whispered slipping the hood off her head.
The woman's name was Jocelyn; she had chest length straight black hair. Her eyes were a deep sapphire the same as her child's. She was now alone. The group she had come with earlier had been seized by guards. Jocelyn was terrified to learn of the man who had taken them. His name was Claude Frollo, a cruel and heartless judge and minister. All he wanted in life was to lock up every Gypsy there was. It was a miracle Jocelyn managed to escape for her life. The small group had urged her to flee while she still could, to protect the child no matter the cost.
Now Jocelyn leaned against one of the buildings in an alleyway listening carefully for Frollo's voice that threatened to appear sooner or later. Her heart raced with every second. She still dared not to move in fear of being caught by the guards.
'What am I going to do?' she thought. She was running out of the options to take to protect her baby.
As she stood there forcing her heart to stop racing, silence filled the air once again. Everything seemed to be frozen in time. The faint stars tried to glisten through the clouds. It threatened to snow once again giving her the advantage for cover.
But not all silence could last for long. As Jocelyn lightly stepped along the ground making her way to the end of the alley, hoof prints could be heard somewhere in the distance. Her heart stopped beating as the air caught in her throat. She was already mid step when she heard the noise.
"Oh god, no, please no," she pleaded in a hush voice. Her breath could be seen in the air from the cold. She was doomed.
There was no escape; she couldn't tell where the noise was coming from whatsoever. If she moved one way there was a chance he would have been there. If she went the other way there was still a losing situation.
Backing toward the wall Jocelyn waited with bated breath. She needed to think quickly on her feet and decide right there and then what she had to do. She knew that there was no way Frollo could ultimately follow her, but who knew what that man was capable of.
Five minutes had passed by feeling more like hours to her. The hoof prints seemed to be getting ever closer, this time she could faintly see the shadow outline of the horse at the far side she originally started at. Taking a breath and hugging her child close to her Jocelyn made a break for it toward a little opening that was a few feet from where she stood.
There was a little fence blocking off a slight drop. Not even worrying about it, Jocelyn grasped the bar, swung herself over and dropped to the ground without even falling. Still no noise came from the little girl, a thankful sigh over came Jocelyn as she kept running. So far there was no sign of Frollo anywhere giving her a good head start.
'Maybe we can be safe at the church, there's always safety there,' Jocelyn thought as she kept running full force through the city.
It didn't take long before a sound of a horse running came to her ears. Her heart sank at the thought of being caught now. She wanted her baby to grow up happy and healthy.
"Don't think you can run away from me, you heathen Gypsy!" shouted Frollo charging ever closer to Jocelyn.
Jocelyn's eyes grew wide as she picked up the speed and rounded a corner. There had to be anything, anything that could protect her. A tight alley came into view giving her more of the ability of the lead. There was no way Frollo could follow. But she didn't know exactly where the end of the alley came to, for all she knew more danger could be lurking.
"I need to get to the church, I need to get to the church!" breathed Jocelyn.
She knew that Frollo would soon be back on her tail if she prolonged it any further. The ground was getting slippery and dangerous with each step. High above the snow that threatened to fall again came down hard. In one way it gave her the upper hand to escape him, but who was to say that she wouldn't be snow blind either?
"I have you now!" came Frollo's voice from between the buildings. Jocelyn herself was in the middle of the street staring in horror at the statue of Frollo.
In seconds, Jocelyn got her legs to work pushing herself to the limit to get to safety. The church was not far away from where she was all she had to do was get into the doors and plead sanctuary and she was safe. Now every second counted for her life until she got there.
The galloping horse was getting closer same with the vicious Frollo. He was determined more than ever to catch her and kill her.
Jocelyn could feel the tears fall down her cheeks with the thought of her daughter dying by this man's hands. She no longer allowed her physical body to even be in control. No more feelings came into mind. She forced herself up the snowy stairs to the terrace. She knew the horse was right behind her, death would soon follow.
"Sanctuary, please. SANCTUARY!" Jocelyn yelled running toward the doors.
There was no answer, the doors weren't opening. Scared now Jocelyn left the doors alone and ran away from them as Frollo went to reach for her.
"Someone please help!"
"No one is going to hear you. I gave you the choice of freely giving up the stolen treasures. But now I'll be forced to rip them out of your hands," Frollo scolded.
"No, please, don't," Jocelyn begged holding on to the child for dear life.
Frollo reached down grabbing the blanket in a fist full pulling the child up into his arms as Jocelyn tried to keep the hold on her child. Frollo was not amused by the refusal to let go of the bundle. Seeing no other option he raised the child higher and pushed Jocelyn with his foot causing her to crash on the steps hard.
Satisfied now, Frollo brought the bundle close to him and pulled back the top part of the blanket to reveal what was inside. He opened his eyes wide in horror.
"A baby!" he exclaimed shocked. For a split second in his life he felt ashamed for killing the mother. But that feeling instantly left him as he remembered that is was only a Gypsy. He looked around trying to find a place to put the child making it look like the child's mother left her for adoption.
"What has happened here? What was all the shouting?" demanded a voice at the doors of the church.
Frollo turned his head to see a short, stout man wearing a white robe walking out of the church to observe the situation. The man was the Archdeacon; he was a caring and respectful man.
"She ran I pursued."
"The innocence of her blood you have spilt is on the stairs of Notre Dame. You can lie to your men and yourself, but the Holy eyes see everything. They have seen what you have done!"
"What must I do?" Frollo asked terrified as he stared at the eyes of the statues of the Holy figures.
"Care for the child, love it as your own," instructed the Archdeacon picking up Jocelyn's limp body.
"This? This heathen?" Frollo sputtered. Then an idea came to him. "Very well, I shall take care of the child. But let her stay with you here, to be safe."
He knew some day this child would be of more use to him as long as he kept a strong eye on her. He had taken the child into the church and up to a large tower.
It had been days since the passing of Jocelyn and the child becoming an orphan and now living in the church. Of course the monks had taken care of the child when Frollo couldn't, they had gave her a beautiful name: Pocahontas meaning playful.
Six years had passed since that horrible night. Pocahontas grew to a beautiful child with shoulder length black hair and deep sapphire eyes. No one ever spoke about what truly happened to her mother. But while Pocahontas stayed in the safety of her room in the church another little girl of the same age lived with her beautiful mother Melia. Everything seemed to be going right for them so far.
A new glorious day had arisen, waking Esmeralda early to explore the city in the new day. Nothing could ever keep her down no matter what was going on in her life. Her mother kept no boundaries on her child; she preferred to be a free spirited child.
After washing her face and changing into fresh new clothes, Esmeralda made her way out of her home and made her way to the city with no company. The scent of early morning air filled her nose as she gratefully smelled the fresh air. The grass under her bare feet felt cool and refreshing. The dew was still strong soaking her feet. Raising her face she smiled up at the sky allowing the sun to warm up her face.
Soon she came to the entrance to the city, everything was still and quiet very peaceful in many ways. There was no one in the streets yet, it was far too early for people to be awake.
There was no way that anything could go wrong. Esmeralda enjoyed the stillness, this was her time. The twilight of the day was when things seemed right to her. She could be herself.
"Shouldn't you be home sleeping, little one?" a voice behind her asked.
Esmeralda jumped at the sound; she wasn't paying attention and didn't recognize the voice. Turning around her shocked face lightened and a smile spread upon seeing the familiar yellow and blue outfit of Clopin.
"Clopin! I thought I start my day early. You know mommy allows me to wander on my own," Esmeralda replied giving Clopin a hug.
"Well then, come with me my dear you can help set up. I believe you mom has something for you and will be coming some time later."
Esmeralda's eagerness increased as she almost started to squeal with excitement. She has always looked up to Clopin like an older brother seeing that he was always there for her.
"What is she getting me? What is she getting me?" Esmeralda asked excitedly jumping around Clopin.
"Patience little one all will be revealed in due time. We must teach you patience."
"But I don't want to learn patience," whined Esmeralda a smile growing on her face.
Clopin looked down at her a warm smile on his lips. He knew there was no way Esmeralda could be held down for too long. Esmeralda strolled beside him a big grin on her face at the thought of her mother giving her a present. She knew that money was tight thanks to the guards stopping them from earning a decent coin. So anything special would never happen.
A delicious smell of bread soon entered her nose as she breathed in deeply as both neared their destination around the market. Esmeralda always loved to hang around the market area enjoying the smells and being around the other children. Unlike the other Gypsies, Esmeralda didn't have any problems by the other parents of Paris for whom she was. She also never normally helped her mother with anything at their own place like most Gypsy children did. In a way her mom saw no problem with it.
"Esmeralda, help me set this up booth," Clopin said causing Esmeralda to leave her daydream.
Together both set up the puppet booth easily. This is normally where she loved to be. There had never been a problem with her by the guards seeing as she was a mere child. But that didn't mean she was always good.
"Clopin, do you know when mother is suppose to be here?" Esmeralda asked putting one of the puppets on her hand resembling her.
"She told me that she'll be here when she get's here," Clopin simply said.
"You're no fun."
"Here. Go see what the baker man has today," Clopin said handing Esmeralda a few coins. Esmeralda's face lit up as she took the coins in her hand.
She loved going to the bakery ever since she could remember, her mother would bring her there to buy treats. Of course that was an occasion like other things; food was their number one priority. As well, Esmeralda soon became a favourite of the bakers seeing as she would come often enough. She strolled down the market toward the bakery. The aroma of bread became stronger as she opened the doors.
Standing behind the counter was the baker working on some more pastries. Esmeralda strolled up casually to the counter without a word. At first he did not notice her until he finally turned around after hearing a little cough.
"Ah, Esmeralda so good to see you today."
"It's good to see you too Jean Philippe. Anything good today?" Esmeralda asked.
"Everything is always good, anything in mind?"
"What do you recommend?"
"Here, something for you. Made fresh," Jean Philippe said handing Esmeralda a small pastry.
Esmeralda accepted it graciously. She handed him the few coins to the baker before leaving. She soon returned to the booth where more children had appeared to watch Clopin. The stories he normally told were very interesting and always captivated the young crowd.
As the day went by, Clopin tried his hardest to keep Esmeralda busy and to keep her mind off the present. It concerned him that as the day turned late Melia never showed. He couldn't keep telling Esmeralda that Melia would be there soon. He knew that Esmeralda was getting antsy by the second.
"Can we go see mommy now please?" Esmeralda begged tugging at his sleeve.
"Yes, let's go find her."
Clopin and Esmeralda made their way through the streets where a large group had assembled in the square. On a platform someone was tired to a stake preparing for an execution. Frollo stood before the crowd holding a scroll. The woman's face was furious; she loathed him with every ounce of fibre in her body. Clopin wasn't sure if he recognized the person or not.
"Your time has come Gypsy; you stand upon the brink of the abyss. Choose me," Frollo demanded sinisterly. The woman's eyes narrowed with disgust.
"I won't!" the woman yelled forcing herself toward him.
"Clopin, what is going on?" Esmeralda asked after hearing the woman's voice. Clopin never answered. "Why is mommy there?"
Esmeralda didn't wait for an answer, she ran through the crowd toward the platform. Clopin tried to stop her but he was too late.
"I shall remedy that," Frollo said placing the flame on the straw around Melia's feet.
"Mom!" cried out Esmeralda getting close to the front.
Melia looked down at her daughter with sad eyes as the flames engulfed her. Esmeralda stared in horror at the sight. Why was no one trying to save her? Didn't they know that she had a child? Tears streamed down her face as the flames licked at Melia's body. She wanted to run to her, to be with her, but something held her back.
"Esme, there is nothing we can do. We must leave," Clopin said his voice breaking.
"No! Mommy!" screamed Esmeralda as Clopin pulled her away from the crowd.
Both moved quickly through the city toward the cemetery. Esmeralda clung to Clopin the whole way. It was hard on both of them for what they just witnessed. One losing a mother, the other a great friend.
"Why didn't anyone help her?" asked Esmeralda when both sat down on one of the crypts, Esmeralda was sitting on his lap his right arm wrapped around her back.
"There was nothing anyone could do little one," Clopin replied fighting back the tears. "But I do have something for you though. It was the present your mother was going to give to you. She gave it to me for safe keeping."
Clopin reached into his pocket and produced an amulet. It looked to be a map of the city.
"It is a woven band your mother had made. If you ever need sanctuary and have lost your way, look to this map and you'll find your way home."
Esmeralda took it into her hands and stared at the band for some time. Freshly new tears poured down her cheeks at the present her mother herself made.
"Melia would not want you to cry over her. She would want to know you are safe no matter what," Clopin said wiping away the tears from her face.
"When will the pain go away?" Esmeralda asked leaning against Clopin.
"It'll take time."
Clopin picked her up in his arms and took her to the court of miracles and to her own place. It wasn't anything special, but it was home. Gently placing her on the ground, Clopin pulled a blanket over her small body as she slipped into a deep sleep.
From, that day on Clopin watched over her as she grew up. Making sure she was safe and sound like her mother would want.
A/N: Okay, so here is the beginning of the story. I hope everyone enjoyed this opening. I got the last idea from Secretheart20 with Esmeralda watching her mother die. I also decided to bring in the whole brother and sister relationship with Esmeralda and Clopin seeing that Esmeralda was on her own and not with her mother. Tell me what you think. Chapter one to be up soon.