Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I am simply borrowing characters, this takes place during the end of the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Frollo never fell into the boiling hot lead down below. Instead a gargoyle caught his robe, as the broken piece of statue fell down bellow. Frollo grasped the gargoyle and swung his way to the ledge and ran off. He Used his cloak to cover his face as he ran out the back of Notre Dame. His beloved city has rejected him for trying to purge the city of sin. He walked a long distance contemplating his own sins of lust. He walked a long distance before his tears disappeared.
3 years later
The gypsies were wondering the streets aimlessly, and Frollo had all but been forgotten. Some people of the city wished Frollo's rule was back do to the fact more thieves and murders had been going on. As an older lady walked by with her daughter she immediately grabbed her child and turned the other direction because three gypsies stared ominously at them. Today should be a day to be celebrated as people from all over came to Paris. A young women on as white steed held her head high. She was dressed in red robes. Her name was Diana, and she was a noble from another city. Diana descended from her steed as she looked all around, her blonde hair shining in the sunlight. Everything seemed to glow at that point, except for a man who had come in a back alleyway. He was garbed in black from head to toe. He directed his attention to her. Even the city itself looked dull and bleak in comparison to her. Just then three thugs surrounded her. At first they only begged for money but it soon turned into what seemed like an ugly fight.
"Aaww come on you didn't know there was a fee for entering her did you, little lady?"
"Back off.""Ooohh so the kitty has claws, huh?"
She tried to make a run for it but two of them grabbed her arms while the other approached. The man garbed in black noticed a rock sitting on the ground and threw it at the man who approached her. He was hit in the head and fell over. The others rushed to check on him as he saw the black figure and shouted, "Get that bastard!"
The man backed away slowly as the girl got on her horse and ran towards the cloaked man, with arm outstretched.
"Grab my arm."
He took it and they were soon whirled away. And left to go to Notre Dame. They arrived and they both hopped off the horse.
"Thank you for what you did, I don't think anyone is willing to stand against gypsies like that."
"I did once."
"Who are you?", she walked towards him.
He pulled down the hood revealing the face of Claude Frollo. She did not recognize him though, to which he silently thanked God for. No one must know of his return yet. But judging from the way things are going, it is probably a good thing.
