FELIZ NOCHEBUENA (Merry Christmas Eve)! & FELIZ NAVIDAD! HAPPY DAYS O HAPPY DAYS FOR ALL & HAPPY NIGHTS TOO! As you all know, I'm Latina & night is a bigger deal for us than anybody in the world. We take Christmas to the biggest level, even in history because we react Jesus Birth and do much more than open presents and do parties (it's all religious stuff) But we still do all the fun normal things too. I'm going to my neighbour's house for her Nochebuena party (we're having lechon (pig) YUM! & MANY More delicious PR food coming! I hope I don't get too drunk tonight (I'm serious) ;) ;D
Ok, before we begin, know it's been a while since I've done a crossover but I finally got this to work out. It's kinda the movie but with a little bit of my twists and turns if you don't mind.
Plus , (not that you'll care or anything) I wanted to it you know for the past months, I've been watching this movies a lot, especially when I went training at the GYM (it really makes the time go by very fast) & as I watch, my brain began to brainstorm until I finally got the idea for this story. I can never let this movie go cause I have a deep connection with it. (I'll explain that later, in the near future chapters)
And speaking of Jesus, I'm guessing this new story is going to have that message of what it means to Children of God (Wow, that was deep but u know what I mean) THIS IS MY SMALL PRESENT FOR U FROM ME; BREEZY, JAZZY, PENNY, FARAH, CARRIE & HAILEY! I HOPE U LIKE IT! XOXOOXOXOXOX ;D XD ;D XD ;D XD ;D
BTW: If you see any of this in the chapter. It's so you don't get lost of confused. ;)
Italics: Singing
Bold: Narration & Credits
ENJOY! & HAPPY HOLIDAYS! ;)
The Bells Of Notre Dame (Prologue)
DING-DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!
That's what the people of Notre Dame heard every hour of the day. The sweet and pleasant sounds of the bells that were high up in the bell tower of the majestic cathedral of Notre Dame. Once they ring, morning in parts, the city awakes to the bells of Notre Dame. The fisherman fishes, the baker man bakes to the bells of Notre Dame. The large bells ring as loud as the thunder while the smaller sweet ones played soft as a chime. They ring and chime across the city all day long and the people enjoying hearing them.
The bells continue to ring so everyone could hear them. Anybody who walks by the cathedral, they always wonder how they are able to ring themselves at the precisely hour s of the days in the exact moment they needed to be rang. Upon the square of the city, a colourful and friendly gypsy man named Clopin in his own little puppet both called to the children to tell them a story which involved the mystery of the Bells of Notre Dame. He began to speak as the children listen.
"Listens to them. They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound. So many changing moods. Because as you all know they don't ring by themselves"
"They don't?" a little puppet of himself asked.
"No, you silly boy! Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives a mysterious bell ringer. Who is the creature?" he asked while gazing up at the bells tower of the cathedral.
"Who?" Puppet Clopin asks
"What is it?"
"What?"
"How did it get up there?"
"HOW?!"
"Hush!" Clopin hits his puppet with a stick, making the children laugh
"Well, my friends, Clopin will tell you. This is a tale about a man and a monster...
And this is where our tale began...
It all began one dark night when our tale has begun. On the docks near Notre Dame, a small boat with 4 gypsies were sneaking into the city, undetective. But they would be soon if the cries of a baby in a woman gypsy's arms don't stop any soon.
"Shut it u, will you?" a man tells the gypsy.
"They'll discover us!" the other man says
"Hush, little one" the gypsy says to her child and the baby stops once they reached the edge.
4 frighten gypsies slid silently under the docks of Notre Dame.
"4 guilders for safe passage into Paris" the conductor says, holding up his hand for his money. But suddenly, an arrow goes thru his wooden stick.
A trap had been laid for the gypsies! At a figure whose clutches were iron as much as the bells... of Notre Dame.
"Judge Claude Frollo!" the gypsy man gasped.
As the shadow of the dark man came from the shadows and into the open on his black horse. The evil minister glared down with hatred at the frighten gypsies.
"The bells of Notre Dame..."
The cruel man had his guards arrest the poor innocent gypsies and were taken away to be deal with. To be giving the punishment that was suitable in Frollo's mind.
Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin. And he saw corruption everywhere expect within...
"Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice" Frollo orders as the gypsies were arrested and taken away, expect the woman gyps.
"You there ! What are you hiding!" A soldier yelled, trying o take away what was the woman holding. She protected her child and tried to run away.
"Stolen good, no doubt. Take them from her" Frollo orders, cruelly.
She ran.
The poor gypsy woman ran for her life from the evil man. He chased her down the snowed streets, dodging every sign and tree that was in his way. He made his horse to chase her but she was somehow faster than his horse. Witchcraft he assumed as always. Frollo always believed even convinced that gypsies are minions of the Satan himself. Demons that needed to be destroyed the second he sets his eyes on them. But he never sees the human and good soul in them just because they were different. The woman was out of breath but kept running anyway to protect her beloved baby from the misery this man can give her. Soon, she makes it to a small alley and jumps the fence and thankfully Frollo's horse was too big to jump it. This gave her a chance to find shelter. She saw the great cathedral of Notre Dame. What better shelte dthan a church, especially for gypsies.
"SANCTUARY! Please, give us sanctuary! Have mercy!" She begged, banging on the large doors.
But nobody answers and it was too late because she heard and saw Frollo coming toward her. She feared this was the end but she couldn't give up yet. She made another run for it but Frollo was quick and snatched her baby from her arms and let her fell back to her death by hitting her head against the stoned stairs.
Frollo then hears baby cries. "A baby" he takes the blanket of the baby's face and gasps in horror "A monster!" he re-hides the baby's face and looks around him until he saw a wishing well in front of him.
A sinister idea was in his mind. His belief's of demons was his theory of the horrid in Paris. And this baby, this creature was one of them. And he had to get rid of it for good. He walks over to the well and holds up the child, ready to let it go...
"NO! STOP!"
... cried the archdeacon.
"This is an unholy demon; I'm sending it back to hell. Where it belongs" Frollo says, still holding the baby up over the well.
"See, there, the innocent blood you have spilt on the steps of Notre Dame" the priest sang while holding the gypsie's corpse in his arms.
"I am guiltless. She ran. I pursued" Frollo said, in a "reasonable" tone.
"Now you would add this child's blood to you guilt on the steps of Notre Dame"
"My consciences is clear"
"You can lie to yourself and your minions. You can claim that haven't a qualm. But you never can run from nor hide from what you've done from the eyes" the priest point up. "... the very eyes of Note Dame"
Frollo looks up and sees all the statues of all the saints and angels of Jesus and Maria, all staring at him like if they were real. They were witnesses of his crime and that worried him, even scared him.
And for one time in his life of power and control.
Frollo was frighten. He saw angels and demons but the statue that caught more his attention was a statue of the Holy Maria, holding her baby Jesus in her arms. Thunder crashed behind them as it started to snow over the men. For once in his life, he feared the saints that were around him. I always believed in the monstrosities the demon does himself but hasn't recognized the monstrosity he just committed.
Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul.
"What must I do?" Frollo asks the priest, still looking up at the angels, worried.
"Care for the child and raise it as your own" the priest says wisely while carrying the gypsy's corpse away.
Frollo gasps in horror "What? I am to be saddled with this misshapen...? Very well. But let it live with you in your church"
"Live here? Where?"
"Anywhere"
"Just so it's kept locked away where no one else can see"
"The bell tower, perhaps. And who knows? Our lord works in mysterious ways" he looks back down at the child with hint of disgust and cruelness.
Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be... of use to me.
And Frollo gave the child a cruel name. A name that means "half she-devil".
Juliette.
Now here is a riddle to guess if you can sing the bells of Notre Dame. Who is the monster and who is the man?
Ring the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells of Notre Dame...
Never fear! This is only the beginning! And the next chapter will be coming sooner than you think. But for now, tell me what u think so I can continue it or not (PLEASE TELL ME!)
Anyways, I know this was short but it's only the prologue. The next chapters will be much more longer and interesting. I'm SOOOO EXCITED! Ur going to see our favourite gnomes & Hunchback characters like never before, especially the main villain (ONE OF THE BEST DISNEY VILLAINS EVER! I couldn't get rid or replace him, he's unique!)
I HOPE U GUYS STICK AROUND FOR IT!
& now more thing, I've been a little lonely lately. Anybody want to have a snow ball fight with me or build a snowman?! Please? ;) I'm NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY SNOW STORM OUT THERE! I'M ON BREAK! SO DON'T LOOK AT ME!
WELL, ADIOS FOR NOW & AGAIN, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE, MERRY CHRISTMAS, FELLIZ NOCHEBUENA, FELIZ NAVIDA, JOUEX NOEL! ;D XD ;D
-Ur favourite Winter spirit, Jack Frost*
I mean, Mickey! :D