The sun pecked out over the tops of the buildings and fell upon Nayda's face. She moaned as the light aroused her and forced her to sit up. She rubbed her eyes and yawn. Once awake she looked at her soundings. She realized she wasn't in her normal bed but lying out in the streets. She stretched and stood up to get a better look around. She was back inside an alleyway off from the university. Now she remembered. She got lost the night before and crashed in the alleyway. She fumbled her dagger around her waist. She also remembered the guards. She knew she couldn't wonder around the town at night, if they caught a gypsy out roaming there would be no hope for the gypsy. She sighed and left the alleyway.

A caravan was rolling in on the outskirts of town. Two guards at the gate stood in front. "Halt who goes there?" one asked. A large gypsy who stood at the front looked at the guard. "We are traveling salesmen, you would do well to let us through, or else the lord will be wondering why his supplies are not there in time." The guard looked him over but decided not to object to his statement and let them in. A young gypsy girl peaked out the side of the van and saw the gate close behind them.

Nayda had found her way back to the river, one of her favorite spots to spend her time. She leaned over and splashed some water in her face. The cold January air made the hair on her neck stand up when the chilly water rushed over her face. She smiled and placed her bare feet into the river. She sighed and laid down on the ground switching her feet back and forth through the water, humming a small tune her sister had taught her.

Once far enough in the city the gypsies stopped and started to unload. "Midnight come out her and help" The big one yelled at the caravan. The young girl from earlier stepped out and walked over to Him. "Oh please Gornsi Let me see Paris, You know I've been looking forward to the city ever since we were told we were heading in this direction. Gornsi huffed but just smiled and patted Midnight on the back. "Ok kiddo, but don't stray far." Midnight smiled and quickly launched herself in a random direction.

As the sun rose to its noon position Paris started to become a loud busy city. For today was different then most days. Today was the fests of fools. Nayda knew that the other gypsies would be gathering around the square stealing, begging, and other things for money. She sighed and headed that way for see knew that she would be needed there.

Midnight had made her way to the square as the festivities had begun. She being a traveling Gypsy she didn't know what holiday they were celebrating but she laughed and joined in anyway. The crowd was huddling around a stage off to the side of the square. A young girl was atop it; her hair was black as ebony, skin a dark color like her own. She knew at once this girl was a gypsy. Music started to play and the girl began to dance.

When Nayda found her way to her sister she was about to get on stage. Nayda begged her sister to let her dance. Nayda loved to dance but was never allowed to do so. Nayda's sister sighed and let her dance. And now here she was dancing on stage during the Fest of Fools. When the music started she started doing her routine, the one she had practiced for weeks, sweat fell down her face as she worried that she would mess up in front of all the people but managed to not fall. As she danced she noticed a man staring at her from the Notre Dame Cathedral. She stared for a moment but then quickly looked away. In the middle of her dance a voice broke her attention.

"You Gypsy…What do you think your doing?"

Nayda froze as a group of guards came up to her. A sweet drop ran down her face as they came closer.

"Your coming with us" They smirked as they reached for her. Nayda struggled but was caught on the shoulder. The guard was ready to pull her off the stage when he was interrupted by another.

"Let her go…"

Nayda looked over. It was the Archdeacon.

"Sir…this is a gypsy…" The guard said as he tightened his grip. Nayda held in a yelp of pain.

"And I said let her go." The Archdeacon replied.

The guard sighed but released Nayda from his grasp. Nayda quickly made space in-between herself and the guards. After she was a fair distance from them she glanced back. The guards were still there talking to each other but the Archdeacon seamed to have disappeared. Nayda shrugged, she wanted to thank him but it wasn't that important.

The Archdeacon had made it back to the Cathedral where he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know what had come over him. Why did he feel pain for the gypsy girl when she was captured? He shook his head. 'Oh well' he thought as he made his way away from the door.

He made it about three steps in when he realized that the bells have not been rung. He looked up towards the bell tower. He started to wonder about his son. Quasimodo. Quasimodo had never missed his time to ring the bells. He quickly turned towards the stairs and made his way up to the tower.

The truth be told Quasimodo had left the bell tower. In fact he was lost in Paris. He wanted to see the Feast of Fools closely but got lost in the crowd and eventually lost far from the Cathedral. His Master Claude Frollo, the archdeacon of Notre Dame, Had told him that people would be cruel to him if they were to find out about him. Quasimodo had found him a small alleyway and hid himself in the darkness.

Midnight after seeing the display with the gypsy girl earlier decided to lay low. She left the main square and started to wonder the streets. At this moment she saw a young boy around her age shivering in an alleyway. She glanced around wondering what could have scared him, but seeing nothing leaned into the alleyway.

"Hello?" she asked.

Quasimodo shivered. The young girl's voice sounded like an angel. He glanced over but hid his eyes from her view. Midnight moved in closer and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" Her voice had even more concern in her voice.

Quasimodo shivered as she touched him and he jumped away.

"Oh I won't hurt you." She said backing away. "please I want to help"

Quasimodo seeing the girl backing way relaxed a little but still kept his back to her. Midnight looked at him wondering what could be wrong. She thought for a moment and then smiled. She sat on a crate in the alleyway and started to sing.

Quasimodo heard her voice, it was even more heavenly then her voice. She kept singing, closing her eyes so not to stare at him. Quasimodo turned to her. He had never heard another like this.

Midnight heard Quasimodo slowly come closer and turned to him. She cased singing.

"There you are." She said smiling. "See nothing to worry about"

Quasimodo blushed as he got a good look of the girl. Something about her made him happy. Middy stepped off the crate making sure not to get closer to him.

"Please…I want to help…" She said reaching her hand to him. Quasimodo looked back and froth between her hand and her. He took one last look at the hand and reached his out to hers to. Midnight smiled and led him out to the main street. "There…see…now what's wrong"

Quasimodo smiled but he being mute didn't quite know how to explain to her that he needed help getting home.

"Hello?" she asked wanting a replies. Quasimodo looked at her. "Aren't you going to say something?" He looked down. "Can you talk?" Quasimodo shook his head. Midnight sighed and looked around. Quasimodo noticed a stick and started to draw something in the sand. Midnight looked confused as Quasimodo slowly started to draw a building. He finished and smiled as he pointed to it. Midnight leaned over it. It looked like the Cathedral she was in front of a short while ago.

"You need to get there?" she asked. Quasimodo nodded. Midnight smiled. Sure she was new here but she was great with remembering her surroundings. Something you pick up when going form town to town. "I remember where that is…come on follow me" she started in the direction of the Cathedral.

Frollo had not found Quasimodo in the tower and became worried. He looked all of the church but realizing that he was no where inside he quickly made his way out the church in search of him.

Midnight had found her way back to the Cathedral "There it is… Notre Dame" she said smiling. She looked up. "I heard the bells are so beautiful." Quasimodo looked at her who was watching the bell tower with a look of longing. Quasimodo smiled and grabbed her hand. Midnight looked confused but followed him up into the Church.

Quasimodo led her up to the bell tower where he let her hand go. Midnight looked around in amazement. The bell tower was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She noticed the boy go over to a bell and pull on the string.

The bells sang out as he went from one to another sounding each for a moment. Midnight smiled wide as Quasimodo came back to her. "Oh thank you…There Beautiful." Quasimodo smiled and led her to another bell and handed the rope to her. He nodded and Midnight with excitement up to her ears Pulled listening to the bell add its voice to the chorus.

Frollo who was looking for Quasimodo heard the bells. He sighed a sigh of relief as he made his way as fast as he could back to the Cathedral.

Nayda had seen the girl and boy walk into the Cathedral. She recognized the boy as the bell ringer of Notre Dame, though the girl was new to her. The girl sported gypsy attire which made Nayda think that she could be a traveling gypsy. She shrugged and paid no attention to the matter. A moment later the bells sounded and a man came out of what seemed like no where and quickly made his way to the Cathedral. She also recognized the man was the Archdeacon that had saved her earlier. Nayda decided to follow him, her excuse was to thank him but really she was just being nosey.

Frollo swung the door open; He looked at Quasi and smiled but then saw the gypsy girl next to him.

"YOU GYPSY!" He shouted. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" He grabbed her and pulled her next to him. Midnight struggled but couldn't escape his grasp. Frollo glared at her tighten his grip.

Nayda made her way up the stairs and saw the young gypsy girl being threatened. Without thinking Nayda took out her dagger and held it against the archdeacons back.

"Let...Her…Go…" She whispered in his ear.

Frollo felt the Sharp dagger against his robe.

"And what if I don't" He asked tiring to sound like he wasn't worried.

"I'm pretty sure you don't want this piece of metal in your back." Nayda said as she pushed it closer to his back.

Frollo let his fear get the best of him and let the girl go. Nayda motioned for her to run out. Midnight nodded and took the moment to leave the tower; she looked at Quasi one last time before leaving completely. Nayda kept the dagger facing him as she slowly backed away; after she was far enough away she made a run for it.

Frollo hugged Quasimodo as he watched the girl leave. "I am sorry Quasimodo...you should have never escaped...those girls are dangerous...never go near them" He said hugging him tightly.