Dislcaimer: I do not own any of the characters you recognize, only a few OC's I may decide to throw in. The rest belong to the writers/creators of 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame'. I also do now own the 'Lullaby' song used in this story, I fell in love with the song after watching 'Prince of Egypt' which is why I decided to use it.
Quick Author's Note: Hi readers! Firstly, would like to thank you all for taking a look at this fic...means a lot. Secondly, this story will take place during the first film, so you will be seeing a lot of scenes from the movie. I've also read the original version of this story, though, and while this story won't be as serious and depressing as that one, I've decided to throw in some characters from there into my story.
~ This is a Clopin/OC story, but it will NOT be one of those 'Mary-Sue' stories...at least I hope to god it won't be. They won't meet straight away and I'm hoping it'll be different to other stories I've read.
~ Link to OC's appearance is on profile.
~ I've decided to throw some French into the story, since it is set in Paris, but there will be translations at the bottom of the page, just so no one gets confused on what everyone's saying.
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~ Chapter I ~
"Hurry little one,"
Kisaiya ran as fast as she could, trying to ignore the ache in her arms and legs as she did so. She could clearly see the towers of Notre Dame and knew if she could get there quickly enough, she and her babies would be safe.
She could hear the pounding of hooves getting louder and knew she had to run faster. But, as she glanced down at her daughter, a feeling of dread washed over her; They wouldn't make it. The infants legs were much too small and it was clear to see the little one was getting tired, but Kisaiya couldn't let Frollo get his hands on either one of her babies; She'd rather die than let it happen.
"Stop gypsy!"
Kisaiya quickened and made a sharp turn, struggling to carry her new-born and keep a firm grasp on her young daughter. She immediately spotted the large Cathedral a few paces ahead.
"Not much further," she reassured her little girl.
Kisaiya pounded on the large, wooden doors of Notre Dame. "Sanctuary! We need sanctuary!" She yelled. She looked back quickly and found Frollo had caught up to them.
"Momma,"
Kisaiya looked down at her eldest child and her eyes began to water. She kneeled, her baby still in her arms, and spoke softly. "Nadia, stay here, I will come back for you." While Frollo would most definitely have her burned or hanged, she could only hope that he'd show mercy towards her daughter.
"B-but momma,"
Kisaiya turned away before her daughter could finish and ran again. But this time, she wasn't as lucky. Frollo easily closed in on her, him having the advantage of riding a horse. He quickly grabbed hold of her sons blanket and yanked hard, kicking Kisaiya back as he did so.
From a small distance, the young girl watched as her mother struggled fiercely against the man attempting to take her baby-brother, only to fall and stop moving all together a few short moments later.
"M-momma," Nadia sniffled. She couldn't understand why her mother wasn't moving, why she hadn't gotten back up and fought back against the evil man.
"Oh child,"
Nadia jumped and turned, shuffling away on her backside as she faced the strange man. He was much larger than the one who'd hurt her mother, and his eyes showed kindness.
"Momma," Nadia muttered once again, looking out towards the steps.
When the strange man knelt down and took her into his arms, Nadia willingly latched onto his neck, refusing to let go.
"Stop!" The archdeacon cried, making the young girl in his arms jump.
"This is an unholy demon, I am sending it back to hell." Frollo replied simply, drawing the baby away from the well.
"See, there, the innocent blood you have spilt, on the steps of Notre Dame." Archdeacon sang, kneeling down next to the gypsy woman, whose blood now stained the steps to his cathedral.
"I am guiltless. She ran. I pursued." Frollo shrugged.
"Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt, on the steps of Notre Dame,"
Frollo glared down at the holy man. "My conscience is clear."
"You can lie to yourself and your minions, you can claim that you haven't a qualm. But you never can run, nor hide what you've done, from the eyes," the archdeacon pointed to the holy statues on the outside of the cathedral. "The very eyes of Notre Dame!"
Frollo stared at the statues, worrying thoughts filling his mind. The eyes, they seemed to stare down into his soul and condemn him, judge him. "What must I do?" He asked the archdeacon.
"Care for the child, raise it as your own." The archdeacon replied. He'd since put down the young girl and instead picked up the body of her mother, ready to take her into the cathedral.
"I am to be saddled with this misshapen...very well. But let him live with you in your church." Frollo suggested.
"Live here? Where?" The archdeacon asked, looking up at his beloved church.
"Anywhere. Just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see. The bell tower, perhaps. And who knows? Our lord works in mysterious ways. Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be, of use to me."
"He may live in the church, but you must take care of the child. Clothe him, feed him, teach him." The archdeacon demanded.
Frollo waved a hand. "Of course, of course. But you, what will you do with the gypsy whores daughter?" He looked directly at the young girl. She sat on the cold, snow covered ground, sobbing into her little hands.
"I've not yet decided," The archdeacon admitted, his heart filled with sadness at the sight of her.
"Let me take her, I could use another maid in the Palace of Justice." Frollo offered, his mind spinning with ideas; She could be of great use to him.
"Very well, but do not harm her." The archdeacon warned, "she is an innocent."
Frollo merely nodded and the archdeacon entered his church, the gypsy's body in his arms. Meanwhile, Frollo stared down at the infant girl, who had since stopped her idiotic cries.
"You, come here." He demanded and she approached. While the thought of having a young girl to watch over irritated him, he knew that maybe, just maybe, she could be the one to take his place when he passed; He would not let his imbecile of a brother take over.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"N-Nadia." She stuttered, her dark green eyes shining with tears.
"You're coming with me." He informed. She nodded and he quickly reached out an arm, grasping her dress and pulling her up onto the horse.
Author's Note:
Okay, I know it's short, but it was just to kick-start the story. And just a heads up, this will not be one of those stories where Frollo feels lustful towards the OC.
