Summary: What if Phoebus unable to come to Paris and had to send someone in his place? On her first night as the new captain, Jena is kidnapped by the gypsies! Can she survive living in the Court and is there love blooming between her and Clopin?

Author notes: Finally I managed to update on my story. I just been so busy lately…but anyway here's chapter 2. Read and Review, Please! Thank you!

Prisoner of the Gypsies

Ch 2: Clopin and the Court of Miracles

'Ow…my aching head'

Was the first thought that came to Jena's mind as she slowly started to regain conciseness. It felt like someone had hit her head with a rock, it was throbbing like crazy. She tried to bring her hands up in an attempt to soothe the pain, but soon realized that her hands had been bound behind her back. Somehow, she managed to get herself back onto her feet only to realize that she was not alone. Her vision was still a little blurry, but she could make out the tall silhouette of the man in front of her along with few men that were around him.

"Well, well, well, it appears Sleeping Beauty has finally decided to grace us with her presence!" The man in front of her teased. The men around him laughed at his remark, though Jena didn't really find it all that humorous, but she did recognize his voice from the one who grabbed her in the ally.

Jena finally got her vision to focus and took a moment to take in the appearance of her kidnapper.

It didn't take a genius to see that this man was obviously a gypsy, his tanned skin, black hair and dark eyes along with the gold hoop earring in his left ear should have been a dead give way. He was dressed in outfit made up of various shades of purple from head to toe; wearing long black gloves that stopped just above his elbows and had a large, purple hat on his head with a yellow feather sticking out of it. He was expertly tossing a dagger back and forth from one hand to the other. Jena was about to say something to him, but he quickly cut her off.

"Ah, ah, ah," He wagged his finger at her like he was scolding a child "If you know what's good for you, I suggest that you keep quiet." He brought his finger to his lips "Shhh."

Jena's eyebrow twitched in irritation. Just who did this gypsy man think he was ordering her around like that? And how dare he kidnap her and make her feel like a total fool, although Jena would admit it was mostly her fault for letting her guard down so easily. And though she felt a strong urge to kick the man and give him a piece of her mind, her common sense kicked in and told her to hold her tongue and shallow back her pride.

The man came up to her and used his dagger to cut the ropes binding her hands. When he turned away, Jena took the opportunity to look at her surroundings. They appeared to be in some kind of underground tunnel; Jena cringed a little when she saw there were tons of skeletons all over the place while the smell of raw sewage made her nose wrinkle in disgust.

'Hmm…these must be the old catacombs.' She thought before looking at her kidnapper again. Despite his warning he had given her, she asked "Why am I here?"

The gypsy turned on his heels; he looked Jena straight in the eye and pointed his dagger at her "I thought I told you to keep quiet."

'Okay, that is it…' Jena was not about to let this man continue to intimate her. She shot him a hard glare and crossed her arms over her chest "Oh, please what are you going to do, kill me?" She scoffed bitterly and rolled her eyes "Trust me, monsieur. I've had much more intimidating men then you threatening me before."

The two of them simply stared at each other for a long moment before the man sighed and tucked his dagger back into it's sheath "Look if it were any other day, I would kill you, but unfortunately, I do need you alive."

"And may I ask why?"

"Sorry, that's for me to know and you to find out." He responded playfully

'How immature…' Jena thought, she could already tell she wasn't going to able to get along with this man. Still there was one thing that bothered her "Well then can you least tell me where it is we're going?"

He smiled and posed dramatically at her "Why the only place you would go if you were kidnapped by the gypsies, The Court of Miracles."

Jena kept a straight face, but her ears perked up at his announcement. Could this really be happening? They were actually going to take her to the one place that Frollo had been searching for over twenty years? It seemed almost unreal…and maybe it was. Jena was a little suspicious about this…there was no way the gypsies would be foolish enough to take her to their hideout. After all if she ever managed to escape, she could easily just go Frollo and tell him where they were hiding. For all Jena knew this man could be lying to her…so just to make sure, Jena decided to pretend she didn't know what he was talking about.

She cocked an eyebrow up at him in confusion "The Court of what?"

The gypsy man's face faltered into surprise "The Court of Miracles." He repeated though his words didn't have the same enthusiasm as the first time "You know the famous hideout of the gypsies?" Jena blinked at him, but other then that she showed no recognition for what he was talking about, which only added to the man's surprise more "You never heard of the Court of Miracles? Surely Frollo has told you something about it."

Jena shrugged her shoulders "Not really, he just told me I had to go on a night patrol and give him a report if anything bad happened."

The man was silent for a moment before he looked at her skeptically "Are you sure you never heard of the Court of Miracles?"

Jena sighed, trying to sound as irritated as possible "Look pal, I don't know what this Court of Miracles thing you're talking about is and personally, I don't care."

Though her face didn't show it, Jena was smiling on the inside, it appeared as though the gypsy had bought her lie and the shocked and surprised look on his face only helped prove her point.

There were a few more moments of silence before the man sighed again "Look I need you to stay here for a moment. My men and I will be back to collect you shortly. Can I trust you to stay here and not run off?"

Jena was surprised by this, he didn't sound like he was joking this time. His smile was genuine and his voice actually sounded honest. Jena pondered over his offer with little thought "Very well then."

"Do I have your word?" He held his gloved hand out to her

"Yes, you have my word." She shook his hand firmly

"Excellent," he released her hand before taking off his hat and doing a gallant bow "My name is Clopin Trouillefou, King of the Gypsies." He stood back up to his full height and placed his hat back on his head "And you are?"

Jena narrowed her eyes at him slightly "I don't see why I should tell you my name…you probably won't remember it anyway."

"Come now, Cherie. There is no need to be so hostile."

Jena looked him over before sighing in defeat "My name is Jena Moreau, monsieur Trouillefou."

"Please call me Clopin. And know mademoiselle Jena, that I am grateful for your understanding." He turned around, but looked at her over his shoulder "We'll be seeing you in a minute."

And with that Clopin and his men walked down the tunnels of the catacombs, leaving Jena alone in the dimly lighted darkness.

As she watched them disappear from her sight, Jena's mind was torn between her two options. One part of her mind told her that now would be the best time to escape and tell Frollo where the gypsies were hiding. But another part of her mind told her that maybe it would be best to stay put and wait for Clopin and his men to come back. After all Jena knew that the catacombs ran all over Paris so she could easily get lost and probably end up dying.

And personally, Jena didn't exactly picture her death as joining one of the many skeletons around her in some smelly and disgusting tunnel. So with that decided, Jena walked a little ways away from the sewage and dead bodies before sitting down against the wall. She crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes…

…

Jena knew that it probably hadn't been a long time since she kind of dozed off, maybe ten or fifteen minutes if she had to guess. But the sound of footsteps approaching her instantly got her back onto her feet while her right hand, on instinct, rested on the hilt of her sword, ready to attack if she needed to. But as the figures came into view, she saw that it was only Clopin and a few of his men.

"Ah, I see you're still here!" Clopin said with a pleased look on his face

Jena relaxed and let her right hand fall back down to her side. Though she almost frowned at the Gypsy King, she found it a little irritating that he had little faith that she would keep her promise.

"Monsieur Clopin, I am a soldier of my word. Of course I'm still here." Jena quickly defended herself

"Good to hear…now if you would please follow us, the Court of Miracles awaits!"

…

Jena didn't hesitate with following Clopin and his men down the corridors of the catacombs. Clopin was in front of her while there were two men that walked on either side of her and one behind her. Jena couldn't help but notice that the three men seemed to be watching her very closely. As if they were expecting her to do something stupid, like try to run away. Of course, Jena wasn't really thinking about trying to escape…at least not now anyway.

After a few minutes of walking, it appeared to Jena that they were finally coming to their destination since there was a large gateway coming into her line of vision that and Clopin quickly rushed himself a head of the group.

He turned himself around and then happily announced "Welcome mon capitaine, to the Court of Miracles!"

Clopin stepped through the gateway with Jena and the three men close behind. The soldier girl blink owlishly a few times at the sudden change of light, but when she got her vision cleared, she couldn't help but look in awe.

The Court of Miracles looked like an underground city, which in a way it was. Colorful tapestries had been put up and decorated the ceiling while below there multicolored tents and wagons that were spread out for miles and seemed to go on forever. And of course, there were gypsies of every shape and size all over the place. Jena had to admit…it was quite impressive.

Clopin appeared in front of her face, snapping her out of her slight daze, and motioned her to follow him. As she went down the stairs to go after him, she noticed the three other men that had been with them, went their separate ways.

As Jena followed Clopin down the line of bright tents and caverns, she continued to look at her surroundings and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when they were passing the large gallows-like structure. Jena had a pretty good idea for what it was probably used for, which might also explain the numerous amount of skeletons that she had seen earlier in the catacombs. She could only pray that she wouldn't have to go there anytime soon.

Quickly turning her attention to something else, she looked to see what the people were doing around her. Some of the gypsies were dancing and singing around a small fire while others were either playing instruments or just watching. There an older man telling a story to a small group of children sitting around him, a woman was doing some fortune-telling to a young couple and a young boy was practicing some magic tricks in front of his friends.

But one there was one thing that really got Jena's attention. While passing a yellow tent, sitting outside it was a man with a moustache and a spear in his hand along with a woman, who had her arms around him, and a little boy was playing with a toy horse. The man seemed to have noticed that she had been looking at them so he shot a scowl in her direction. Jena simply adverted her gaze away from him, but started to notice the farther she and Clopin ventured into the Court of Miracles, the more people started to shoot scowls at her.

Jena wasn't stupid; of course they weren't happy to see her. It wasn't just because she was a soldier, but because she was one of Frollo's soldiers. And they hated Frollo just as much as he hated them. Not that Jena could really blame them, after all Frollo was persecuting the gypsies and trying to rid them to extinction. He treated them like they were some kind of disease that needed to be wiped off the face of the earth then actual people.

Jena came out of her thoughts as Clopin finally stopped in front of a shabby-looking wagon. Its bright colors had faded over the past few years, the windows had been bared and the door was heavily locked. She watched as Clopin pulled out a key on his person and started to play around with the lock.

"This is your new home." He announced as he removed the lock and opened the door. The Gypsy King moved to grab her arm, but Jena quickly jerked away, shooting him a look that clearly said hands off. Clopin seemed to take a hint since he raised his hands defensibly and did back off a little bit.

Jena stepped inside the wagon and looked around with little interest. There wasn't really much, just a bed, a small drawer and a mirror hanging above it, but… it was better then nothing.

"Excited?" She heard Clopin ask from behind

Jena turned on her heel to look at the gypsy, giving him a blank stare "Yes, I'm ecstatic. Can't you tell?" She replied in a very sarcastic tone

"Good," He said causing Jena to almost frown; she was convinced that her sarcasm was lost to his man. "Now I suggest you make yourself comfortable, you might be here for quite some time." With that Clopin closed the door and locked it.

Jena simply stood there for a few moments. Everything that had happened to her from yesterday morning when she first came into Pairs to this very moment was flashing back in her mind. When the memories came to a stop, she walked over and sat on the bed. Jena brought her hands up to rub the temples of her forehead as she felt another headache coming along. She let out a big sigh 'Great, Jena. What did you get yourself into this time?'

Knowing there wasn't really much she could do right now, Jena decided she might as well try to get some sleep. She removed her armor, revealing a white shirt and brown pants underneath, before lying herself down and placing her arms back behind her head. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to overcome her, hoping that maybe tomorrow would be better then today.

To Be Continued…

So Jena now stuck in the Court of Miracles. Will she survive and will anyone come to save her? Stay tuned and find out! I hoped you enjoyed it!