Lady Lithoniel: Hello everybody I'm back with a brand new fic! The Hunchback of Notre Dame is my favorite Disney movie ever! Clopin is my fave character in the whole movie or in Disney! Now enough talk on with the show!

Note: this story is more like K+, but it's rated T just to be safe, for little violence and stuff like that, but nothing major and my fic is basically a re-telling of the movie only there's an OC who catches Clopin's eye 

Pairing: You knew there was going to be one! Clopin x OC

Summery: A mysterious lady arrives in Paris to seek vengeance for her family, while there she meets Clopin, Esmeralda and the others and is swept into a battle to save Paris and along the way she somehow falls in love. Now on with the show!

"Good boy, we're finally here old friend." Meara whispered to her huge black stallion as they trotted into the city. Meara halted her horse in the center of the city right in front of Notre Dame. She gazed up at the colossal church before dismounting. She looked very strange for a woman. She was dressed in skin tight black trousers, knee high black boots, and a pale green blouse. Over this she wore a strange green dress like coat that had a slit up the middle almost to the waist. (AN think of Arwen's outfit in Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring when they first see her in her riding outfit.) Her long dark hair was partially up, and a lock of her hair in front was braided and had a silver clasp. Her skin was pale and flawless like porcelain, and her wild green/grey eyes peered into the dark streets. Hanging diagonally across her back was a massive sword; it had to be about a meter long! The sun slowly began to rise and Sarah mounted up again.

"Well Brandubh, we made it, hopefully in time." She said patting her huge horse's neck.

(AN Brandubh is pronounced Bran-duv, it's a Gaelic name)

She waited in the square until people began coming out of their houses, a few looked at her, but went about with their business. Suddenly the bells began to ring. Sarah closed her eyes, smiling as she listened to the bells ringing out their brazen song. She suddenly heard a man singing. She liked the voice so she turned her horse towards the sound. She saw a man in a caravan telling the tale of Notre Dame for a group of children. She had to giggle slightly at the comical man. He had jaw length black hair and a goatee, he was clad in a comical jester like outfit and he wore a half mask. Meara knew immediately he was a gypsy, but that did not worry her, her mother had been a gypsy from Paris which was the whole reason she was here in the first place. After the show had finished she trotted a bit closer. She bent down as far as she could on her huge horse.

"Ummm, excuse me?" she asked her light Scottish accent was unmistakable.

The man turned to her smile on his face, but he couldn't quite hide his surprise when he saw her, a sword wielding woman, dressed in man's clothing mounted on a huge black stallion.

"How may I help you my lady?"

"Could you please tell me the date? I've been traveling for many days, and well one does lose track of the time." She said smiling.

"Why it is only the grandest day of the year January 6th the Feast of Fools!"

"Ah wonderful I made it just in time then."

"You will be attending then?"

"Of course it's one of the reasons I've traveled so far to the lovely city of Paris! That and to hear the bells of Notre Dame!" she said gazing up at the cathedral, "well thank you for help, see you at the festival!"

She turned her horse and trotted off into the city. She spotted a gypsy girl dancing with her goat. Meara laughed and took out some coins and tossed them into the hat. The gypsy smiled at her.

"Bravo." Meara said before waving and continuing on. Meara continued to the outskirts of the city where there was a forest by a cemetery. She trotted slowly into it until she came to a small clearing.

"Perfect this will serve as a home for the time being." She said sliding off her huge mount, "now we have a festival to prepare for!"

Later that afternoon Meara rode back to town, though no one would recognize her. She was clad in a beautiful green Celtic style dress, with a gold lace up bodice and gold trim. Her long hair was down and it spilled around her shoulders. She also bore a green and gold half mask and she had no weapons save for two long daggers tucked away in her saddlebags. Even her horse looked different; his mane was braided in a few spots with coins. To appear a tad more lady like she now rode side saddle, but she still stood out in the crowd. She rode towards the center of the city where a crowd was gathering. She shuddered with delight, she couldn't wait, her mother used to tell her so many tales of the Feast of Fools. Suddenly music rang through the air, it had begun!

Lady Lithoniel: Ya I know it's really short and it's probably not that good, but I have to get it flowing, most of my beginnings are kind of rough, but hopefully it'll get better! And the next chap will be way longer I promise! R&R people, constructive criticism is welcome, but NO FLAMES, I'm warning you don't mess with the elf! Lol

Oh and just some info here, Meara is a Gaelic name it's pronounced Mee-ra it comes from the Gaelic word for the sea. Also her sword is pretty much a claymore. My character is from Scotland so I'm doing a little research (oh ya this is great practice!). If anyone has any suggestions for anything in or about this story just give me an e-mail or something I'm always willing to listen and you never know I might just follow your advice and don't worry I'll give you all the credit! Or if you have any questions you know what to do!