Chapter 1: The cave
What happens when destiny changes.
Quasimodo never felt like he belonged in his world.
What happens when he finds a new world. A world full of magic and fantastic creatures he thought only existed in fairytales.
Will he stay, or will he have to leave it all behind. Why is always winter in Narnia but never Christmas?
Who is Jadis, the white witch of narnia? And Who is Aslan? Will He be willing to sacrifice everything for the people he cares about? Or Will He have to fight an Inevitable war? A war between good and evil where all hangs in the balance.
Once upon a time there was a boy. A boy who had spent his whole life hidden away, but not for his own protection, but because his stepfather wanted to control him. He didn't know this though. And Its this where our story Begins. Long before saved the city I loved from a tyrant, long before I became a hero, I was the hero of another place, another world. I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. It all started when I was 15, 2 years earlier before I saved the city, from frollo. That was the day I ran away from home. From Notre Dame, from Paris and from my master Frollo.
The year was 1480 a cold autumn breeze wafted through the silent and peaceful forest. Suddenly the peace was disturbed by the sound of someone running through the forest. The boy stopped to catch his breath, panting. He was 15 years old, and he had to be the strangest boy imaginable. He had a twisted deformed face that looked like it had been shaped together from clay. He had Fiery red hair and sea green eyes, but the strangest feature of this boy would have to be the large protruding hump on his back. The boy had lived a harsh life, though he had been raised in the safety of the most famous cathedral in all of France, he had still had a hard and rather cruel life. His master Frollo being the main cause of the cruelty. His master would yell at him or beat him if he said something he did not like. Sometimes his master would starve him which was one of his cruelest punishments. After receiving another beating, he had, had enough, and fled Paris. The boy leaned against a tree panting, suddenly he heard what sounded like horses riding towards him. He ran running faster and faster whoever it was they were getting closer. Looking for somewhere to hide he found a cave and ducked into it. Waiting for the mysterious rider to ride past he peeked out. There was no one there. That night he built a fire and went to sleep. Something magical happened that night, however. He felt a breeze brush his hair out of his face. The breeze was coming from somewhere deeper in the cave. He walked further and further through the dark cave until it sloped upward revealing light at the end of the tunnel. And as he climbed out of the cave, he realized that he was no longer in Paris.