Before I begin I'd like to say a warning. This is the last chapter until I do full story arch in a row. I was going to cliff- hang stuff, and have them spread out but its to confusing. So I'm going to finish Frollos story arch, them Esmereldas, the Pheobuses, then Clopins, the Qusimodos. So yea. Also I feel this chapter is week. It is confusing and throws everything at you to fast. But it kept dragging out so yea. Also for the story arch thing, when you are reading each arch, the point is its all going on at the same time, but in each persons perspective. So whatever Quasimodo is doing right now, Frollos probably in the office roped up with Grace speaking to Cyrus. That kind of thing. Thank you all! Now lets actually begin.
Quasimodo walked along the road. It was dark and cold and dreary. The shadow of the "fox" that followed him draped over his shoulders. There was a mucky lake. And crumpled stone. He looked up to see two towers. Standing tall touching the stormy clouds above. One looked as if it had been burnt down. The other had just miner cracks.
He decided he needed to take shelter, so he went inside the burnt tower. Why, you may ask? Because, in his mind he though no one could find him in the burnt one, because who would want to stay in such a shabby place. He walked through what was left of the doors, and then... Stairs. He looked down at the 'creature' to make sure it approved. The 'creature' lightly nodded its head in approval. So they continued onward.
The stairs creaked with every step they took. When they suddenly made it to the top of the tower where there sat, a bell.
Well this was all to familiar. Towers, bells, Quasimodo. He was just in the same situation he had been in all his life. The creature nudged him and looked at him hopefully.
"What" said Quasimodo.
The creature walked over to the bell and kneeled by it respectfully. It then licked the bell. Next to the spot it lay was a story carved into the bell. Quasimodo walked over to it and read it. The stories scripture went like this-
'The lightning which strikes
The fire which burned it
The rain in which put it out
The reincarnated beasts represent the,
Lightning
Fire
Rain
They deserved a second chance
And when the bird shine light upon the
They became alive in which ways the people can't explain
In which the likes of Arceus could not do
More powerful that before they live on throughout Jhoto
As every night Ho-oh keeps a keen eyes on the people and their protectors
Lightning
Fire
And Rain'
He didn't know what this meant, but it seemed important, old, and ancient. Quasimodo sat, leaning on the bell. It was gold crusted, with a fire pattern along the rim. The "fox" still lay beneath it. The creatures chested rose up and down with shallow breaths. The breathes became more fast, as the creature suddenly jolted upward.
"Flareon" it mewed.
It then stuck its nose to the wooden, splintery, torn-up floor. Moments later it disappeared under the bell. It little fluffy tail tip, the only visible thing.
Seconds after, it scampered out from under the bell, screeching. Quasimodo's eyes followed the creature, as it frantically ran about the room.
Suddenly, 'Caw'.
He heard a flutter noise come from the bell. The "creature" craned its neck towards the bell. Suddenly, a head, a big bird head popped out of the bell. It's neck was so crammed it was against the rim of the bell.
"Ho-oh" it screeched.
'Ho-oh' thought Quasimodo, 'like the creature from the story craved in the bell' his brain told him.
"This must be the one who resurrected the "beasts", this thing must be powerful" he thought. "Powerful" he muttered. "Should I be afraid, or honored in its presents". He didn't know which to think.