As Quasi was slowly pulled into full view, Enya scrutinized him quickly before reacting to register the entire image of the young man. His back was mountainous and hunched over, an oddly shaped head sat on giant, bulky shoulders. He was thin, yet extremely muscular, with burly arms and hulking crooked legs. His free hand covered his face.

None of this bothered Enya except for the fact that his face was covered. She used her free hand to try to take it off his face.

"Let me see." she said.

"No! Please." Quasimodo pleaded.

"You can trust me."

Those words repeated in Quasimodo's mind and he slowly took his hand off his face and looked at Enya.

He saw her eyes widen and she took a few deep breaths through her nose. Quasimodo instantly felt awful and shrouded his face with his large hands again.

"Oh, you're afraid…" he moaned. There was a respectable moment of silence between them; then, something unexpected happened. Enya threw her head back and laughed.

"Are you kidding? No I'm not! I've just never seen anyone look like you before, funny bastard. Your face is out of the ordinary," Enya said. "Normality is damn stupid. I'm excited to see someone different."

Quasimodo was a bit confused. He shook his head, trying to understand. Given that he STILL didn't know her very well, he would expect to not know everything, but he would think that he might be able to just know slightly what to think. He couldn't read Enya at all. She was mysterious, but not in a quiet way. In an I-can't-understand-you-no-matter-how-hard-I-try way.

"So wait, you're not afraid? You don't think I'm ugly? You're not scared of me?" Quasimodo said.

"Are you kidding? The guys where I originate from are WAY worse. You got a few imperfections, but they don't bother me."

"But I'm a monster!"

"Didn't anyone tell you that monsters don't exist? You a little empty in the head there, eh?" she lightly teased.

Usually this would offend Quasimodo if Frollo had called him empty-headed but Enya seemed to be treating him like a normal human being so it didn't hurt. It just felt like friendly teasing. He felt a plug connect in his mind. It was as if everything was piecing together, like a once mismatched pattern. Instead of looking down, Quasi found himself looking up and smiling at her playful remark and decided to get her back.

"You're a bit fiery aren't you?" he teased back, pulling a strand of her cochineal hair. She wrinkled her white nose and stared back at him.

"Who are you calling fiery?" she said, tugging at the mop of his crimson hair. He slightly flinched at her touch; a blush spreading across his face and an elfish grin broke out on his mouth. Before he could say anything, he heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. He froze and his mouth dropped open. A familiar, chilly voice called up.

"Quasimodo?" it said menacingly. "I have brought you your lunch."

"You must hide! Or go! Either one would be acceptable!" Quasimodo said, awfully afraid of what would happen to her if Frollo saw her. Enya was confused, but ducked into the shadows reluctantly.

Quasimodo rushed around frantically and finally found his little table and sat down. Enya squinted her eyes as she spied from her hiding place. A tall, skinny, mean looking elderly man emerged from the stairs. Quasimodo seemed to quiver in his presence.

Who is THIS knave? Enya thought, looking at the tall man. He seemed to glare at Quasimodo as if he had done something wrong. Quasimodo shook with terror.

"Lovely afternoon, isn't it Quasimodo?" the man said coldly.

"Y-yes master. I-I g-g-guess it is." Quasi said.

The man brought out a few large books and slammed them on the table, shooting a subtle look at Quasimodo. He sat at the table.

"Alright, you know what to do, lad." Frollo said, dismissing Quasimodo. The bell-ringer ran off to a series of cabinets and grabbed two plates, two glasses, and a bottle of wine. He rushed back over to the table and set them down carefully, wanting so badly to please the man.

Frollo looked down at him as if expecting something more grandeur from Quasimodo. Quasimodo just gulped and looked down. Just Frollo being there was enough to make him lose his appetite for good.

"Would you like to go over your alphabet today? I understand you're quite good at it now, unlike before." Frollo said, pouring the wine.

Quasimodo just nodded.

"Answer me boy, it's polite to answer." Frollo said again, frowning with disdain.

"Yes, Master."

Frollo raised an eyebrow disapprovingly and opened one of the various books that were set down on the table. He cleared his throat and flipped through one of the books, a navy blue one. The awkwardness in the air was enough to make Enya's stomach flip over.

"Ah," Frollo said, pointing a finger to a page. "A?"

"Abomination." Quasi answered.

"B?"

"Blasphemy?"

"C?"

"Contrition."

"D?"

"Damnation!"

"E?"

"Eny- Eternal Damnation."

Frollo raised an eyebrow and continued on.

"F?"

"Forgiveness."

This went on until the end of the alphabet. Enya spied in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing.

Poor Quasimodo she thought sadly. She wished she could do something, but she feared Quasimodo would get hurt if she did, so she stayed silent and hidden.

Frollo nodded his approval at Quasimodo.

"Okay. Done. Now Quasimodo, we must talk about something. First, stop stuttering. It's unpleasing to the ear and is asinine to deal with."

"Yes, Master."

"And second, our topic of today is sin."

"But we talked about that the last time you visited me."

"Don't contradict your elders boy," Frollo said shooting an annoyed look at Quasimodo. The lad cowered and looked down at his hands. "But why should I even be telling you that. Not much is expected of an ignorant monster."

I'm not a monster flashed across Quasi's mind as he suddenly thought of Enya. He hoped she was okay- wherever the young woman was currently hiding.

Enya gasped at what the man said. It had been a while since she cried, but the young siren could feel the tears filling the bottoms of her eyes. She didn't know Quasi well, but she could just see that this man was hurting. And why was this older man-whoever he was-setting expectations on him? Wasn't Quasimodo a full-grown man? Wasn't he an adult? Questions spun around poor Enya's mind and she soon found herself concluding that these queries would not be answered until the cold man left.

"What is sin?" Frollo asked, staring at Quasimodo.

"Uh…well…" Quasi said, his mind clouding his thoughts therefore making the more studious answer obscure.

"Don't mumble, boy! You should know this!"

"Sins are bad things people do." Quasimodo cringed at his juvenile explanation but at least it would pass. Frollo also rolled his eyes at the answer and put his hand on his forehead.

"Fine…I can see you're tired. Your mind must not be as sharp as I once thought it to be. Very well, I will see you in a few weeks, maybe a month. I don't know. The Archdeacon, as you know, will bring your water and meals. Study, will you?"

"Yes, Master. Goodbye."

Frollo left without another word. As soon as Quasimodo heard the door down the stairs shut, he knew Enya and he were finally safe. He let out a tense sigh and looked towards the statures and dark statues.

"It's alright," he said, looking around for Enya. "You can come out."

Enya walked out of the shadows, her brow furrowed.

"WHO IS THAT?" she yelled rather loudly.

"My Master…" Quasimodo said timidly.

"He's awful!" she said, folding her arms and cursing under her breath. "What's up with this whole twisted alphabet? What's up with all these disapproving expressions? Why does he act as some sort of powerful figure to you? Does he have power over you, Quasimodo?"

"Well he has power over the public…"

"Oh I'm SO sure."

"He's the Minister of Justice."

"The what?"

"Minister of Justice."

"Oh I'm so threat-…Oh."

"Yeah…" Quasimodo said looking at his hands. Enya's heated emotion faltered as Quasimodo look towards the window, yearning for something.

"Who is he to you, Quasimodo?" she asked slowly, sensing that there was something more to this man.

"Walk with me?" Quasi asked hopefully. Enya nodded. He led her out to the balcony and looked out at the setting sun.

"When I was a baby," he said, staring into the colorful sky. "I was taken in by this man. No one wanted me because I was…well, still am deformed and ugly. He took me in and raised me here in this very bell-tower. He told me that it was a sin that I was ugly, that I could never see the real world because I would taint it and people would laugh and run away from me and tease me and be afraid of me. He told me this everyday of my life and I was forced to call him Master, like I was some sort of animal. I dare not call him anything other than that. This man's name is Frollo, Claude Frollo. He has been the Minister of Justice for as long as I can remember, and before that as well. He's extremely religious too, that's why he taught me the alphabet that way. That's why he makes me talk about sin and unjust acts. And he almost never visits me, which I guess is a good thing in some aspects. I guess I could thank him for saving my life too."

As Enya listened to all of this, taking it in and analyzing it repeatedly until it fully sunk in, the tears that had originally dried up welled again and dripped down her face. Nowhere had she heard of someone even more tortured by people than she. She felt selfish and shallow for thinking that the world was against her. They may've not liked her, but the way she was treated was nothing compared to what Quasimodo had endured. The red-haired lass lifted her head finally and looked into Quasimodo's eyes. His brow furrowed as he saw her tears fall.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Enya muttered. Quasimodo felt intensely guilty for what he had caused. He scooted closer to her.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I hate that I made you cry." Quasimodo said, looking away, not being able to bear the sadness in her expression. Without warning she looked at him and gave him a hug, wanting so badly to give him the warmth and love he obviously deserved. It no longer mattered that she didn't know him, her heart instantly opened to someone who never had love. Quasimodo was stunned at this and at first tensed up, but he soon recognized it as an act of compassion and smiled. He hugged her back.

Enya felt herself flutter when his warm hands wrapped around her back in return. Quasimodo was still a bit confused at the hug but he loved it all the same. She pulled back, the sinking sun casting a warm glow on her face. She patted the side of Quasimodo's cheek.

"I want to show you something." he said, taking her hand and walking towards a model he built of the Notre Dame Square. Enya gaped at the accuracy and intricateness of the people, the buildings, and the Cathedral itself.

"Wow…" she said mesmerized. She leaned her pale elbows on the table and dreamily looked at the little model.

"This is as close as I can be to the actual world. It's not much, but at least it's some sort of a window." Quasi replied, rubbing the back of his neck pensively. Enya looked up at him.

"But you can experience the world, Quasimodo. You can."

Quasimodo looked down at his hands and blushed, a half smile on his face. Enya found it rather endearing. She looked outside at the sky and looked back at Quasimodo worriedly.

"I have got to go. You're a nice friend Quasimodo. I shall see you again." she said, and disappeared back in the bell-tower. He put his hand on the place she had touched on his face and sighed. Nowhere had he felt the kindness from anyone else like he had felt it from her.

Enya disappeared down the stairs and into the evening atmosphere. She was in reverie about the hug with Quasimodo and the talk they had. Nowhere had she felt more connected to anyone. It was like they were meant to meet, like they were meant to be friends.

The young woman walked around the Square, noticing the peasants slowly going back into their homes for rest. She looked up at the sky, the moon was now vivid, and the sky was slowly growing darker. Enya knew she would have to find shelter and a place to sleep soon, or otherwise face sleeping in an alley with the rats, which definitely was not ideal. A frigid breeze swept across the Square and she shivered. Looking up, she could see that dense, gray clouds were shrouding the once vivid moon. It was going to rain.

Damn…she thought and quickly trotted over to a gypsy tent that was left discarded. A bottle of wine lay next to it. Enya ran over to it and looked around, making sure the gypsy who owned this tent was not around-or the night patrol guards were not watching her. She climbed into it, drank the wine, and fell asleep.