A/N: It's possible that I got some of the charas and their 'names' mixed up or wrong. I don't know this story very well. And thanks to Sarah Frost for Lady I.'s name in this one:) And Hey, I like goats, and I like Sparx, so why not?
The Cyborg of Notre Dame.
"Random!" Elspeth burst through the tower door, supporting an injured looking soldier. "His name is Phoebace, he was hurt by Lord Frolo."
"Bring him in here." Random led the way to a small bedroom, his head bowed in its customary manner, an unconscious attempt at hiding his deformities.
Elspeth helped the injured man onto the bed and started dressing his wounds. Phoebace gazed up at her, and his eyes were filled with adoration, a feeling Elspeth seemed to reciprocate. Random rolled out to his bells, gazing down at the troubling scene on the ground a long way below. The grand old city of Conestoga Hills was filled with smoke, and the cries of many suffering Knights. Random could just see a small puppet theatre, where he knew Googler was spinning a fantastical tale to a small gathering of children. Three stone gargoyles, Mark, Chuck, and Kat, stirred to life and joined their friend.
"You were wrong," he told them. "She loves Phoebace."
They were interrupted by the sound of hoofs clipping on the wooden floor. Elspeth's goat, Sparx, placed her hoofs on the stone ledge and looked down to the street below, searching for Protiace's horse, the Lightning Flash. Random absently patted her behind the ears, before rolling his way back to the bedroom. He arrived just in time to see Elspeth and Phoebace share a kiss. He looked away, trying to ignore his breaking heart, and Elspeth came out a few moments later.
"I have to go now, promise me you'll look after him?" Seeing Random's hesitation, Elspeth squeezed his hand. "Promise me."
"I . . . promise."
"Thank you," Elspeth pulled off her necklace, the charm of which was an amulet. "Follow this if you need me." She called Sparx and left the belltower quietly.
Random occupied his hands with scrap pieces of metal while he waited for the soldier to regain his strength, moulding them into small people and placing them in the model cityhe had created over the many years he had spent up here. His mind, however, was dwelling on the trouble he knew he would be in if Lord Frolo found out that he was hiding a fugitive and helping a gypsy. But Elspeth had been the first person to show Random kindness, and Random would rather die than lose that.
A/N: Button is cold.
