She was woken up rudely by a rough voice.

"HEY! Ye trollop, get up and get OUT of my tent!" it yelled. Enya's eyes opened and she saw a bronze face staring at her with big brown eyes and a face full of hair. By the sound of the voice, it was male. She winced at the man's reaction, and even more so his appearance, and ran out into the streets in fear.

"Don't intrude again, you rat!" the man yelled, obviously inebriated. Enya ran faster, a little more than a bit shook up from the man's strident tone.

So much for that… she thought, resting up against a wall, breathing heavily. Enya was being chased way too often. She had to stop getting herself into more trouble than she already was, but that seemed impossible at this point. She sighed and looked up at the sky. The rain pounded on the ground around her, creating small puddles in which she could see her reflection. She flinched; she looked even worse than before. Dirt streaked her hair and face and her dress was soaked. The tent hadn't been much help. She shook her head and decided she would clean up later, obviously sick of all the self-pity she was giving herself, forcing herself to think about the much more important aspect of her life at the time, survival. The guards would be patrolling the night shift about now so Enya would have to sidle very noiselessly and quickly to be able to find somewhere to sleep without intruding one's home or tent. But just as she was in the middle of devising her plan, someone came up behind her and held her arms back.

"We've found you, harlot." the person whispered. Enya tried to break free but the grip was hard. Several other men crowded her, filling every window of a possible escape way. Another man on a horse approached the group and looked down at them. Enya squinted in the dark fog and looked up, trying to fathom whom it was. All the sudden she knew. She gasped and clasped a hand over her mouth upon realization, her eyes wide with terror. The man on the horse, Frollo, stared down at here as if she were some vile animal who had just broken free. Enya could no longer take his seething gaze and looked down at her feet that were covered in mud.

"Who are you?" Frollo asked, narrowing his eyes at the girl.

Enya stared him down, her eyes burning into his.

"Who do you think I am, blackguard?" she snapped back.

Frollo raised his eyebrows, sarcastically amused.

"A wise one, have we? She'll learn to shut that trap of hers in the dungeon! Bring her to the Palace of Justice, fools."

"Yes, your honor." the officials said in unison, beginning to drag Enya. She bowed her head as if she had given up in an attempt to throw the guards off, when really, she was trying to think of a plan to escape. But there was no discernable way and now she would have to be put in a dungeon quite obviously far more secure than the other! Still she thought. There had to be some way, some way to get out of this situation as swiftly inaudible as possible. She had to live.

Enya noticed Frollo was staring at her in a curious manner. Not gaping at her, but just studying her suspiciously. She glowered at him.

"What are you looking at, knave?" Enya retorted, scowling.

"Halt!" Frollo said and they all stopped. "I want to get a better look at this wench, I'll be able to decide her punishment clearer...something is strange."

He got off his horse and looked at Enya, coldly observing her. She glared at him bitterly. Enya's eyes danced with indignant flames directed towards the Judge. She breathed heavily, angrily watching Frollo's eyes as they studied her face. After what seemed like an hours, his cold, hard eyes broadened all of the sudden.

"You must reap what you sew. You will not get away with this, SIREN." Frollo said, finally coming to the realization of what this woman was.

"YOU BASTARD!" she yelled. "I've never hurt anyone!"

"How do you know she is a siren?" one guard asked rather quietly.

"When you are as familiar as me with the Holy Book you recognize these things quite easily. Sirens are dark creatures, able to lure a sailor in and-."

"NO!" Enya yelled, trying to get away from the guards.

"No one gets away with theft and NO one gets away with being a siren," Frollo said. "Now actually make sure she does not get away."

"NO!" Enya screamed louder and finally broke free of the men. She pushed some aside and they stood there dumbfounded that the woman had escaped them again. Frollo was enraged.

"Don't just stand around, find the strumpet! Bring her to me!" he yelled, just as Enya disappeared around a corner. Frollo jumped onto his horse and it reared back and whinnied before beginning it's large, menacing gallop. The guards followed close, running alongside the horse as fast as they could. They were near Enya. She looked back and tried to jog faster, but her ankles throbbed and she slowed down. Where was she charging towards anyway? There was nowhere to go. She started to give up hope when finally she spotted the Cathedral not to far from her.

She recalled a time when a few gypsies whispered amongst themselves about how you were able to be free of your consequences if caught by officials if you claimed Sanctuary in the Cathedral. You had to always stay though, you could not go outside, otherwise the Sanctuary protection was broken and the guards were free to get you. It was a tough decision, but Enya figured this might be best for her. It was hopeless to go anywhere else, the guards would find her and it would mean the end. Better to play it safe, she knew she wouldn't be there forever. Sooner or later Frollo and the guards would grow bored of trying to find her and busy themselves with other matters, right?

As she thought about this, another thought crossed her mind. Quasimodo also lived in the bell-tower. She could live there with him! He would keep her safe!

But then she'd have to hide from Frollo.

That was better than being chased by him. And even then he could not get to her. Still she would hide. She did not want anything possibly happening to the bell-ringer.

The girl noticed she was losing time; she had to get to the Cathedral quickly. Enya anxiously ran to the doors of it and pounded on them.

"Sanctuary!" she screamed, knocking harder. Her knuckles ached from the repetitive hitting. She could hear the neighs and whinnies of the horse and the monotonous shouting of the guards and Frollo. She pounded firmer on the door.

"SANCTUARY!" she shrieked. An older man, quite obviously the Archdeacon, answered the door bewildered. Enya stood there breathing heavily; she gestured to the back of her and the Archdeacon quickly allowed her inside based on her circumstances. The monstrous doors shut behind them.

The interior of the Cathedral was lit by dim candlelight. The flames reflected and cast diverting shadows that brushed across the walls and Enya studied them before turning to the Archdeacon. She then looked at the older man and fell, desperate.

"Please allow me Sanctuary, Father. I am in danger." she said, lowering her head to show respect. The Archdeacon smiled at the girl and put his hand on her head of cerise locks.

"Dear child, I allow you Sanctuary," he said, taking pity on the poor girl. "You may live in the bell tower. There is a bell ringer up there that lives up there too. If I may ask, why are you afraid?"

She knew she had to tell the Archdeacon the truth. She could not lie to him.

"I am born of the water. But I promised I have never hurt anyone! I am nothing like the myths say! Please, Father. Please believe me," Enya cried pitifully. "They are after me."

"Any creature made by the Lord is God's child." the Archdeacon replied with a smile. Thankful tears fell from Enya's azure eyes.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you so much!"

The older man helped her up and she scurried into the dark corner, sneaking into the bell-tower hallway. A knock was heard on the Cathedral door. Enya sucked in her breath and quietly tiptoed up the taxing stairs as quickly as she could, passing off how absolutely exhausted she was.

She paused to hear the voices downstairs, nearly screaming when she heard the all too familiar icy one. She backed up against a wall and held her breath. Even though she was not visible, she felt terribly exposed.

"We are looking for a temptress," Frollo said, lividness lacing his voice. "We were wondering if we may find her here, she should be hanged as soon as possible."

"It's none of your concern whether or not she is!" the Archdeacon answered frustratingly and slammed the door shut. Even though the Archdeacon was a forgiving man, he was terribly irked with Frollo for disrespecting the sanctity of the Church and acting like he was the more superior of the people based on his religious values was and then turn around and commit a hypocrisy.

Enya could not tell whether or not her stomach was hurting from nerves or all the wine she drank. Either way, it didn't matter now. She ran up the stairs, hopeful to find Quasimodo, knocking over torches in the process. Their flames died out and the hallways dimmed. She did not care, all she wanted was her friend. She wanted him to hold her again and keep her in his arms like the two outcasts they were. She could care less that she didn't know him very well, she could get to know him. If he was a pariah, she could definitely get along with him. It's not how long the friendship had lasted, it was the quality of it.

Quasimodo noticed that the light from the hallway that had originally shown through up to his bell-tower was darkening. He got down from the platform curiously and walked towards the opening where panicky noises were heard. All of the sudden, he saw Enya burst through.

"Enya?" he asked, noticing her frantic, restless behavior. Several small gargoyle statues lay on the ground from her graceless entrance. She collapsed on the ground with a thud.

"They're out to get me," she said. "They want me dead!"

"Who does?"

"Your Master does!"

"Why?"

Just as Enya was going to explain; she closed her mouth and looked down. It didn't feel the same as telling the Archdeacon. With the Archdeacon it had really just slipped out and truth was all she could focus on when telling him. For some odd reason, she could not bring herself to tell Quasimodo she was a siren. Enya felt that chances are he would probably be against her kind too. She had to conjure up something, and fast. She could feel Quasimodo's anticipating eyes waiting for her answer. But she knew she would feel awful for telling a lie to Quasimodo, Quasimodo had reluctantly shown his face to her, she had to return the favor to him by telling him what she was. But at the same time, she wanted to wait until maybe they were better friends as well, she didn't want to shock him. Oh, but how badly Enya wanted to tell him the truth! But what if he might be scared of her? Her issue was a bit different-it was her species, not her appearance (albeit her species did affect her appearance). Oh, how it was making Enya's head hurt!

"I think it's best if I tell you later," she finally said, sighing, really not wanting to explain, even if she felt selfish. "I've been through a lot tonight. And I know I may sound rude but I wanted to ask you something, Quasimodo."

Quasimodo nodded.

"I claimed Sanctuary here, can I stay with you?"