This is my Freedom.
Book based. Sort of done in the same spirit of "First Day of my Life." It's based on 2 events in Esmeralda's life.
I am writing this fic backwards.
Chapter 1: Esmeralda's inner monologue as she is about to be hanged.
Chapter 2: Esmeralda's thoughts after Claude's confession.
Chapter 3: The night Esmeralda and Phoebus meet up at LaFalordel's.(Please note…this one will contain mature content of a sexual nature. If you are easily offended by such content then why are you reading something with an "M" rating anyways? And you might want to skip this chapter if you are easily offended.)
As always reviews are greatly accepted, flames not so much.
I can't remember why. I can't remember why I am here today. The sky is so blue, the sun so warm! The sun, my sun, my Phoebus. That cannot possibly be why I am here. Who could believe it? I love him, who could believe that a woman can kill the man she loves? Oh Phoebus! All you would have to do is send a sign, reappear somehow and tell them! Tell them that I did not do this evil thing and they will surely let me go. And then Phoebus we can be together and I will love you freely.
What is this chanting? And that man, what is he doing here? Yes, that vile man leading the other priests. Phoebus come look him in the eyes and let them know that this man is the one who killed you. Oh Phoebus! But do you know why he has killed you? The coward who stabbed you from behind came last night and told me so.
Being shoved and pulled, feeling hands on me, bruising my flesh. And wax, what good will this do? What are these men saying? Such an odd tongue and I do not understand a word of it. Why do they kneel? What is it that they are praying for exactly? My death, their safety and all while I pray only for the swiftness of death. Why must death take so long, when all I want is to be with you my love?
And there he is waiting for me. That horrid monk! I hate him, I would claw out his eyes if my hands were not bound. How is he not bound, will he too hang? Oh! His breath, the grotesque stench and heat on my neck! He speaks, asking for one last time if I will love him and not you. He laughs in your face, knowing full well that I will never love any but you Phoebus. He has seen something…something that frightens him greatly! Oh you have come to save me! But now I fear the hour is too late and I can feel the rope tightening, as my body is lifted away by your angel.