The day was beautiful and clear as any day in the city of France. The clouds easily foretold this as the view slowly descended upon the building of Notre Dame. As the view became closer, a strange jingle was heard nearby. It wasn't long until the words of a very high and screechy voice was heard. This voice was none other then Jester. Now Jester had been very mysterious to most of the townsfolk. Some believed he was a demonic clown, with a Gypsy heritage, while others just believed he was a kind, funny clown to entertain the kids. No one truly knew about Jesters identity or speeches, but he was fun for the children and was harmless to say the least.

Now today was a special day for Jester, he had planned to be next to Notre Dame because it was finally the day for him to tell the story of its inhabitants... He had always gotten the attention of the kids nearby because of his strange but impossible twirls and dances. Children and adults alike enjoyed the Jester, he had always made a fool of himself whenever he had something to say... After a few dances, he then looked down at the number of children that had finally come to him. Seeing that it was enough for an audience, he had finally begun to speak.

"Have any of you kids ever wondered who the bell ringer is?" The kids just slowly shook their head as they looked upon his strange dances, their mouths agape with worry of the clown because of his outlandish appearance but also because they were hypnotized by him. Jester in response just laughed and immediately turned to the Magnificent building. "It is quite the story to tell!" As he spoke these words, he then stopped his strange dance and then seriously looked to the children, a kind of sadistic smile seemed to escape his lips as he looked at them. The children immediately became frightened and stepped back, but Jester only walked up to them "This story is not for the weak of heart... Because this story is about a man, and a monster..." With that, the story of the past could truly begin...