The Chronicles of the Young Claude Frollo

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God's Angels descend from Heaven
To purge the world of sin
They save the good at heart
and destroy the evil in soul

Claude Frollo, on his majestic black horse Pierre, rode through the forest, wind blowing his robes about. His grey eyes stared straight down his path, his hands clenched around the reins. The trees flew by and soon he was riding through rocky terrians. He was almost there.

"Just a bit further Pierre" He whispered to his tired horse.

Then he caught sight of the Monastery. It was a very elegant looking building, with bright brown brick walls. It had a bell tower, stained glass windows and a beautiful garden. Pierre slowed down as they got nearer and when he came to a full stop, Frollo clambered off. He brushed his dark brown hair from his face and adjusted his posture.

A cluster of Nuns walked out of the church, all dressed in their Raven black robes. They were modest women, only her hands and faces were visible. The tallest Nun Frollo recognised, she was Sister De Anglo, but he knew her as Maria. The two of them were quite close and whenever he visited, they would often talk about Religion in the garden.

"It's nice to see you again Minister Frollo" said Maria, shaking his hand. But as she tried to pull her hand away, she found he wouldn't let go "Minister?"

"Oh...of course" stammered Frollo, releasing her hand from his tight grip.

Maria lead Frollo down the corridor of the Monastery. Sunlight shone in through the glass windows, making the dust on the stone floor seem so much apparent. Frollo stared at Maria, she was a very tall woman with wide shoulders. Some of her brown, wavy hair was protuding from the corner of her hat. Frollo smiled slightly, as not to draw her attention.

"I presume all is well in Paris?" Maria asked, glancing over at him curiously.

"As well as it probably ever will get..." Frollo said disappointly "The criminals keep coming..."

Maria sighed "Those Gypsies may be the cause of the problem".

"I'm not sure about that Maria..." said Frollo, as they strolled out of the doorway into the garden "At the moment, there are not enough of them about to be held entirely responsible for the rise in crime".

"I won't disagree with you Claude. You are a man of law" Maria admitted "However, I believe myself to be an expert of Human morals and I can't shake the feeling that those little beggars are up to something".

Frollo nodded but didn't reply, he'd rather not get into a long winded argument. They sat down on the rock chairs and gazed around the garden, which was full of lush bushes and some vegetables in the soil. The Sun rays were shining down on them, giving a warm glow to Maria's eyes.

"And I presume everything is good here also?" asked Frollo.

"Yes all is good. The other sisters are too soft though..." Maria said begrudgingly "They fail to realise that God had perfect rage...he punished mankind for their sins and he will send his angels to complete his work".

Frollo nodded "Probably too optimistic I presume...Maria...I have a little personal crisis of my own...I would really apprecaite some perspective on the matter from one such as yourself".

"Of course Claude" Maria said.

"Well..I...have a very personal matter and that is..." Frollo looked down ashamed and then quickly said, without hesitation "I think I'm in love with you".

Next Chapter: Frollo faces Guilt, Rejection and a personal crisis.