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Chapter Three: Paris; the City on Fire
Fire, fire is what the city of Paris seemed to be on. She had never seen such a sight in her life, Frollo had gone mad. Mad with power, mad with the knowledge that whatever he said, that the guards would obey. If he wanted to burn down all of Paris just to find one gypsy girl, then God he would do it, he would do it and either she would be his, or she would die.
Why? Why was he chasing this girl? The leader of this town, the man who spent his whole life killing gypsies, he found himself wanting one? It was her fault though, that which had put a spell on him, a spell that only Satan himself could put on him. For this, his desire would be turned into hatred, a reason to fuel his hatred for gypsies and kill them slowly while looking for his prey.
These stupid gypsies, they did so much to try and hide each other, to hide the Court of Miracles. But they would all tell eventually, if not he would find that damn court and destroy it. As for now he growled, looking down at the pleading man, "I'm putting you under house arrest for now, if what you claim is to be true is, then you have nothing to worry about."
"How could he do this?" Ottavia asked a man who was standing beside her.
"Frollo's gone mad." He answered, shaking his head.
Suddenly she watched the house go up in flames, her eyes wide and taking in the yellow and red flames swallowing up the house. She bit her lips, in fear of what might happen to the poor families. A better question, what would happen to the guard Phoebus? The Sun God man who ran into save the family, the man who leapt into against his master's wishes.
Phoebus would pay dearly, the girl knew that, but she also knew he wouldn't lay over and die as arrows were sent his way. She knew that the "man" standing besides her was Esmeralda, the gypsy girl who was obviously deeply in love with the soldier. There was nothing she could do though, but watch, after all she was a girl, a young woman and this was something huge that was happening.
Ottavia ran, it was the only thing she knew how to, after all she wanted to get away, get away from the flames, the fire that was now burning down the city. Those poor gypsies, they were all going to be captured, locked away, and for what? For some stupid man's lust they were going to burn in a way they deserved not. It was that man Frollo who deserved to rot in the fiery pits of hell.
Suddenly, her blue eyes widened with shock, her heart stopping and her world turning blurry. Her house, her little tiny house that she had put all her money into stood there before her, in flames. The smoke danced with the fire on the roof top, creating an immense heat coming from the tiny home. The windows were shattered and she could just smell the burning of her cloths.
She looked around to see the same guard who had accused her of being a gypsy, "What the fuck have you done?" Ottavia screamed.
Thick eyebrows raising, he answered in a matter of fact town, "Frollo has ordered to burn anything down belonging to gypsies."
"I'm not a gypsy!"
"Liar!"
Ottavia growled, grabbing the soldier down from the horse, growling in his face as she was suddenly slapped, hard. She touched her cheek, seeing her cheek bleeding and gasping. She looked up and watched the soldier hold up a sword, about to slit her throat open. Gasping, she knew her fate, but this was what she got for moving to France, what had she been thinking?
Purple mist, purple mist is all she saw around her, what had just happened? She found her answer soon, being held up to someone's body, a black gloved hand covering her mouth, the other arm around her waist. She stirred around, hearing the voice shush her while watching the guards run. Probably she was in an ally way, not far as she could still smell her house burning, but far enough way that she was out of the guards' reach.
Once they had past, she felt her body being slowly released, turning around to see Clopin, "Ah, there you are, safe and sound, madamozelle."
Sighing, she smiled faintly, whispering, "Thank you very much, Mr. Trouillefou."
"Clopin, Cherie." He smiled, moving into kiss her cheek.
Ottavia shook her head, "You shouldn't be out, Frollo's guards are everywhere."
"I must find Esmeralda and bring her back to the Court of Miracles," He smiled, "I would take you there, dear girl, but I can not start allowing non gypsies into the court."
"Because you are the king."
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Phoebus asked, looking around, skeptical.
Quasimodo and Phoebus, now there was a pair to behold. But they both had something in common, their love for Esmeralda and their want to protect the other gypsies. Frollo would come, he would find the Court of Miracles one way or another. If this was the case, then the others had to be warned, they had to know that if Frollo was coming then they should leave, go somewhere, somewhere safer than where they were now.
Quasimodo sighed, he just wanted to see Esmeralda, his heart belonged to her even though she belonged to Phoebus. He knew they were the better couple and that Phoebus was a good man, but that didn't change the fact that he cared for her. All she wanted to do was warn her and then get out. He knew that sometimes gypsies were ruthless, he watched some steal and they would do anything to protect their secret.
Looking around, he watched Phoebus swat around his torch, "Phoebus, what's wrong?"
"I dunno, I expected more," He looked around, "Y'know, a guard, something."
Suddenly the light was put out, "Or an ambush."
The hunchback and the soldier came face to face with many men, their wore skeleton costumes and they knew they were in trouble. They were handled roughly, called spies and intruders, obviously they weren't trusted. Gagged once trying to talk of their innocence, they were told not to interrupt by Clopin, the man they viewed everyday as just a man who entertained children, obviously he was such more.
Obviously, in the sickest of ways, gypsies enjoyed pain and even sung about it as Clopin and the other men began, "Maybe you've heard of a terrible place, where the scoundrels of Paris, collect in a lair."
The other men grinned, all pitching in, in a mocking way, "Maybe you've heard of that miracle place, called the Court of Miracles," The king grinned, hugging both of them, "Hello, you're there!"
The other men started in, "Where the lame can walk, and the blind can see!"
"But the dead can't talk!"
Clopin smirked, getting right in their faces, he truly did love his job. It may have been sick, but he loved hanging these stupid peasant folks, it was a greatness to being king. Yes, he would protect his people at every coast, but he also in a sick way enjoyed it, if everyone else looked at gypsies for being blood thirsty killers then who cared? He almost had voices in his head, always arguing with himself and when it came to things like this, his sick side always won.
"So you what be around to reveal what you've found!" He grinned at the struggling people, leading his people forward as they began again, "We have a method for spies and intruders, rather like hornets protecting their hives, here in the Court of Miracles, where it's a miracle if you get out alive!"
Before they knew it, Quasimodo and Phoebus were standing in front of all the gypsies, them screaming, booing, and cheering for their hanging. Never in their lives did they see such behavior, these people who were trying to save their lives were now being put to death for being kind! It was apparent the gypsies wanted to take no chances, but if they couldn't speak how could their warn against the fate that was unavoidable.
"Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles," Clopin smirked, tightening the nooses, "I am the lawyers and judge all in one, we like to get the trial over quickly, because it's the sentence that's really fun! Now that's we've seen all the evidence!"
Once again, everyone caught sight of the king's sick side as his puppet appeared, "Wait I object!"
"Overruled!"
"I object!"
"Quiet!" Clopin screamed, throwing his hat over his hand, having his puppet mutter a high pitched 'dang'.
He grinned, putting an arm around Phoebus and mocking in a sympathetic tone, "We find you totally innocent, which is the worst crime of all. So you're going to HANG!"
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TC Stark: I dunno, I liked to leave it at this P Ideas? Thoughts? Love to hear em.