The bells rang in cacophony, the heat that had pressed on me for days grew unbearable. I shifted, the stone encasing me cracked and shattered for the first time I took a breath, but the air was tainted with pain and blood. The sound of loud shouts angered me, in this city there was no need for cries of sanctuary. A cry to war aroused me from my ponderings.
"Who dares declare war upon Notre Dame? Who dares attack this Sanctuary?" I cried my dark hair flying away from me in the smoky air. My voice carried over the crowd, and they looked up at me I stood upon the railing next to one of the windows. "Answer me! What justifies this attack upon Notre Dame!"
A man had a sword poised to strike at a defenseless woman. The stone cracked beneath my gaze, she had claimed sanctuary no one could harm her here. As he fell and I saw his face the wind around my parapet whipped into a frenzy, the stones ground together, and I smiled as he plunged into the molten fire that surrounded the cathedral. He had spilled blood upon the stairs of Notre Dame, she too was a gypsy, but she couldn't claim sanctuary within the walls of the church. A feeling of cruel elation filled me to the brim, as I sunk back into the stone of the parapet. Should I ever be needed again to keep the sanctuary of the church I would do so without hesitation, but for now my work was done.