Author's Note: So yeah. I really don't know what to call this. Maybe it's a one shot but it may progress into a story later on. But mostly I wrote this small little thing on a whim and mostly for shiz and giggles. But that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy hearing your thoughts and suggestions. :)
It was almost midnight in Paris. The once blue sky had turned dark after the brilliant suns rays had finally disappeared. In turn, the moon and stars had risen to take its place. But on this particular night thick, dark clouds had slowly blurred out heaven's lights itself. Hiding among the darkness was a small clan of gypsies that had snuck into Paris earlier on in the night. Their mission was to find the Court of Miracles and seek refuge within the secret community. But things don't always go according to plan…
When the band was halfway from sanctuary, they had finally discovered that they were not alone. The eldest of the group had alerted them to run and not to stop. After seeing that they were now splitting up, Claude Frollo and his men had appeared out of the cover of night. Frollo had barked an order to capture all of the gypsies and show no mercy. These vile and wretched creatures had slowly corrupted the simple people of Paris into believing the witch craft that the gypsies had brought with them. As judge, he would not stand to have all his hard work be destroyed by these children of Satan. He would not give up until every last gypsy was punished and killed.
A small figure to the right of him had caught his attention. Seeing that there were no more guards that could be ordered to follow the figure, he took it upon himself to investigate. He jumped back on his horse and trailed the shadow.
After hearing someone following her Reyna had ran into a deserted street. She glanced back only to be pulled by her hair and into a dark alley. She was thrown against a wall and felt a hard pressure applied to her chest. Her eyes had soon met Claude Frollo's slate grey ones. There was a moment where she thought she was as good as dead. There would be no more life of freedom or anything that she so dearly cared about. She studied the face that had presented itself from the heart of darkness. That was when she noticed that his grip on her had slightly loosened. Ceasing this opportunity, Reyna had quickly lifted up her skirt and released the small dagger that was snuggly tied around her thigh. In one rapid movement she stabbed the dagger into the leg of her attacker.
He had finally released her and she took no time in escaping. She ran straight toward the Court of Miracles where she knew she would be safe…
One last note: Happy Thanksgiving! Sorry it's late.