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I sighed as my brothers and I walked back to Paris, unable to locate the Court of Miracles, unfortunately we had to relay this message to Frollo. Reaching the steps leading to the Palace of Justice, I felt a shudder run up my spine. Making a mental note to keep my mouth shut, until one of my brothers stopped and grabbed my shoulder.
"Listen Liz, why don't we come back later? If anything we could lie and say we ran into some trouble on the way back?"
I smiled up at my brother, taking in his appearance; short rich brunette hair, lightly tanned skin from being in the sun all his life, piercing blue eyes, a small amount of stubble on his chin, he was wearing a simple grey tunic with dark brown leggings, he was roughly Clopin's height, built like Clopin as well, and he was the younger of the twins.
"I would like that Tom."
"Then let's go enjoy the festival."
I laughed as my eyes landed on Mark, the older of the twins, he was a partier, short blonde hair, the same blue eyes we all had, pale skinned like me, he was clean shaved, his tunic was a light blue with black leggings, but he was a few inches taller than Tom, having more defined muscles as well.
"I can agree with that."
Spinning on my heels we made our way to the square.
"You just wanna see that gypsy again."
I glared at Tom for being a smart ass.
"What did I say earlier?"
"Not to judge people by their appearances."
I nodded, as I let the idea seek into their minds for a bit.
Finally we reached the festival and made it near the stage just as Clopin was introducing someone named La Esmeralda. Watching in wonder as he threw something on the stage creating a small smoke screen, as a woman appeared on stage in his place, before I could really take in her appearance I felt a tap on my shoulder, spinning around, I laughed as my eyes landed on an all too familiar purple mask.
"So you did come?"
"Appears so, we just arrived."
He smirked as he eyed my two brothers, who had their eyes glued to Esmeralda as she danced.
"So who's who?"
I laughed as I tried to catch their attentions, which was pointless. Turning back I shrugged at Clopin, who laughed again. Hearing his queue he hopped on stage. I laughed for a second until I felt another hand on my shoulder, turning around I grabbed Marks hand, catching his and Toms attentions. I glared at the guard in front of me, with a grin he grabbed my wrist, forcing me to follow him, with a growl I pulled back as hard as I could, but that was only enough to make the guard pause for a half a second. Swinging my right leg up I kicked the guard in the side of the head, causing him to let me go and grab his head in pain, looking at my brothers we agreed that getting away from the festival would be a good idea. Sprinting off, we headed for Notre Dame, knowing full well that Frollo's men would be looking for us. Hearing a commotion behind us we stopped and realized the festival had turned into a riot and three guards were running at us. Looking at my brothers I sighed coming up with a plan fast.
"Split up, we will meet back at Notre Dame, claim sanctuary when you enter."
They nodded and we split up, keeping my pace up I wound my way threw the back streets of Paris, wincing as my sore feet slapped the cobblestone, glancing behind me, I sighed realizing I hadn't lost the guard. Trying to run faster I took another turn, quickly becoming soaking wet thanks to the rain, feeling my feet slip out from under me, landing hard on the stone I realized my bare feet had hit a slick spot, with a growl I forced myself back to my feet, ignoring the pain in my hip, turning one more corner, I felt a gloved hand cover my mouth and pull me into a doorway. Trying to elbow who ever had caught me, feeling another gloved hand grab my wrist and a familiar voice next to my left ear.
"Be quiet, and stop moving, mon cher."
Lightly nodding my head, I sighed when we watched the guard rush past, listening until we couldn't hear the guard anymore, slowly Clopin released me. Quickly stepping into the street I sighed realizing it was clear, turning I gave Clopin a grateful smile, sighing he stepped next to me.
"What happened mon cher?"
"The guards started chasing my brothers and I."
"Where are your brothers?"
"Hopefully at Notre Dame, that's where we agreed to meet up."
He nodded, stroking his goatee in thought.
"I will show you the way Liz."
"Thank you Clopin."
"Votre accueil, Liz."
I grinned as we carefully made our way to the chapel.
Looking over at the gypsy that just saved me, I smiled.
"What made the festival go into a riot anyway?"
Clopin sighed and explained what happened, taking his hat off and running a hand threw his black locks. I smiled when I saw his slightly receding hairline.
"How old are you Clopin?"
"34, and you Liz?"
"21."
"Are you married?"
I laughed as I felt the mood lighten a bit.
"Nope, what about you Clopin? Any special lady in your life?"
"Not at the moment."
I laughed as we finally reached Notre Dame that was crawling with guards, keeping close to the buildings I spotted my brothers a few streets down. Giving them a signal to stay put, they nodded and waited. Slowly I worked my way over to them, reaching the street they were hiding in, Mark pulled me to him in a hug, showing his protectiveness. Glaring down at Clopin, I could tell he was sizing him up. Pulling back I decided introductions were needed so a fight didn't break out.
"Mark, Tom, this is Clopin, he saved me from a guard a bit ago, and he's been a good friend to me since we've been here."
"Clopin, these are my older brothers."
They shook each others hands, after Clopin took off saying he needed to take care of some things, while we headed back to the inn.
As we walked I kept getting the feeling of being watched, looking over my shoulder I never saw anything move, shrugging it off I focused on leading my brothers to the inn.
"Remind me why I'm the leader again?"
Mark laughed at my outburst.
"Because, you're the only one that keeps a level head all the time sis."
I sighed as we reached our room, hearing a shuffling inside, I held my hand up for my brothers to stop, slowly opening the door, I gasped when I realized our room was practically destroyed, and standing in the middle was Frollo himself. Smirking at me, as I cautiously entered the room.
"To what do we owe this pleasure, minister Frollo?"
His gaze hardened as I slid my cloak off, not missing my sarcasm.
With a sick smirk he motioned for four guards I had missed, to tie up my brothers, I groaned when they weren't able to over power the guards.
Turning my gaze to Frollo, I understood why the gypsies hated him so much.
"Take off your mask, mon cher."
I shuddered at the term, when Clopin said it, his tone was either playfully or with affection, but when Frollo said it, I feared for my well being.
Obeying his request I slid the mask gently off my face, revealing the scar that ruined my career. Standing up Frollo attempted to trace the scar across my face, but I grabbed his hand and shoved it away.
"I take it your search today did not go as plan."
"No."
This…man did not deserve my respect, not after what happened last time. Reaching behind him he pulled a dagger out, forcing myself to keep calm, I watched as he looked it over for a second.
"Let's see, I've already messed up that pretty face, what else is there? For disobeying me."
Clenching my fist lightly I quickly took inventory of the room, our weapons had been tossed on the far side of the room, out of any of ours reach.
"Oh, I know."
I fixed my gave back to him, as he turned away from me and approached my brothers, throwing myself at Frollo, I landed on his back and attempted to punch him in the head but a guard grabbed me, kicking as hard as I could, I smirked when I watched Frollo's head snap to the side from being hit.
With a growl he stood up, I attempted to get lose but the guard wouldn't let go, pausing when I felt rope being tied around my wrist, I looked at my brothers, who were glaring at Frollo.
With a growl, one of the guards forced me to lean across a table. Barring my back to Frollo, I gasped when I felt the unmistakable pain of a knife ripping threw my flesh. Biting my tongue I decided I wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction, finally Frollo stopped. Leaning over me he pressed his hand into one of the fresh wounds.
"Either fined the Court of Miracles, or you will be mine next time."
With that he shoved himself off of me, and the he left with his guards. Feeling hands on my wrist I finally let a whimper escape as my brothers quickly cut the ropes holding my arms together.
I could here Mark yelling at Tom to get some bandages, I smiled at him as I lost consciousness.

Waking up to see the two idiots grinning at me, I slowly sat up, ignoring the pain.
"How long?"
"Only three hours, it's dark out now."
"What do you want us to do?"
I sighed as I looked at the two.
"We have to find the Court of Miracles."
"What?"
I sighed as I slowly stood up, attempting to find my clothes, in the destroyed room.
"Frollo will be watching our every move, it isn't safe for us to be here in the city."
I smiled when I found my black and silver corset, with a deep burgundy skirt. Motioning for my brother to turn around, I slowly started to change.
"But the gypsies don't like outsiders."
"Clopin has warmed up to us though. Maybe he can convince someone to help us stay safe. I'm not strong enough to fight Frollo or any of his men. Tom can you lace me up?"
I saw the back of there heads nod, as I held the corset up to cover my breast, revealing my shoulders, arms, and color bone to the world.
"You're gonna go dressed like that? Don't get me wrong sis, the gypsies have an honor code and all but you look like a whore."
I glared at him over my shoulder as he worked on the lacing in the back.
"If we run into trouble I wanna have free motion to fight, and all my shirts hurt my back."
They made an oh sound as I grabbed my black cloak. Nodding we made our way out of the inn.
Keeping quiet we made our way out of town, not wanting to catch any guard's attentions we stuck to the shadows. After hours of walking, we came across an old cemetery. Getting an odd feeling I motioned for my brothers to follow me, trying to be as quiet as possible we jumped out of our skin when the wrought iron gate for an entrance made a high pitched squeak, when we opened it. Walking in I got the feeling of being watched again and figured we were headed in the right direction.
"Why here Liz?"
"Just a feeling."
They nodded as we slowly made our way deeper into the cemetery, watching for any movement, I noticed a tomb that looked like it was used everyday. Pointing at it, my brothers knelt around me, seeing what I had noticed. Pointing at the stone cover I realized it had recently been moved. With a nod my brothers carefully moved it over to revile stairs.
"Well that is certainly interesting."
My brothers nodded as we slowly descended the stairs, making sure the stone was back in place, keeping the passage hidden. Grabbing a torch, I twisted my face in disgust as I realized we were in the old catacombs. Skeletons lined the walls, and we were walking threw ankle deep sewage.
"This is the Court of Miracles?"
I rolled my eyes at Tom.
"It's an entrance. More than likely to scare off any intruders."
"Well it's working."
I laughed as the two looked around, a look of pure disgust on their faces.
"If this is an entrance, which I doubt by the way, why haven't we've been attacked or something."
As if that was the magic words our torch went out, leaving us in complete darkness.

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