Summary: What if Phoebus was unable to come to Paris and had to send someone else 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: Sorry if this chapter kind of boring. I promise the next one will be a little better. Read and Review, Please! Thank you!

Prisoner of the Gypsies

Ch 3: First day in the Court

The bells of Notre Dame could be heard as Frollo was sitting at his desk, filling out some paperwork. He was starting to get a little concerned since it was almost nine in the morning and his new captain of the guard, Jena, still hadn't came in and gave her report about if anything had happened last night on her patrol.

However his concern died down when there came a knock at the door "Come in." He called out, but immediately frowned when he saw it was only one of the local soldiers

"Good morning, sir." The guard saluted

Frollo placed his quill back into its ink well "Were is Captain Jena?" he asked, not beating around the bush

The guard's expression dropped "Sir, I…I afraid I have some…bad news."

Frollo crossed his bony fingers together and waited for the guard to continue what he had to say, but after a few moments of silence, the guard still didn't say anything "Well?" he asked somewhat impatiently

"Well, sir…Captain Jena never came back from her night patrol yesterday. Many of the guards that had accompanied her said…that they last time they saw her was when she was giving them their posts, but after that none of them saw her for the rest of the night."

"Did anyone go by and check her house?"

The guard nodded "Yes, sir. We've already been by her house and there no sign of her anywhere, we can't even find her horse."

Frollo took a moment to let all this information sink in and frankly he was a little confused. Jena seemed to be a decent soldier; it seemed a little odd that she would be slacking off on her first day as the new captain. And how is it that anyone can just disappear in the middle of the night and no traces of them can be found? Unless…

"Take as many guards as you need and search the entire city. I want the Captain found immediately." Frollo ordered

"Yes, sir." The guard saluted and then left

When he was left alone again, Frollo got up from his desk and went to the window to look out to the city spread before him. He lingered there for a few moments before turning to sit back at his desk. He pulled out the quill from the inkwell and started to go back to his paperwork. As he sat there writing, the minister could only hope that his theory about what probably happened to his new captain was wrong.

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The sound of low mummers of people talking outside finally coaxed Jena into waking up. When she first opened her eyes, her mind went into a state of panic when she didn't recognize where she was, but it only took a few seconds to remember 'Oh, yeah, I'm in the Court of Miracles' Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Jena got up off her bed and looked at herself in the small mirror hanging in her so called home.

Jena had taken off her armor last night since it wasn't really the most comfortable thing to sleep in, leaving her in a white long-sleeved shirt with brown pants that she always wore underneath her uniform. She had also taken her hair of its low ponytail and had let it fall back naturally to where it stopped just between her shoulder blades. Jena preferred to wear her hair down, not just because it looked better down, but because it made her look more like her mom. But it usually got in the way when she was working so she just got use to just wearing it up all the time.

Jena stretched her slightly stiff body before putting her hair back into its usual ponytail and then started to put on her armor again. Just as Jena had finished putting on her boots and started tying the front of her cloak back on, there came the sound of the lock on her wagon being removed and the squeak of the hinges as the door was opened. Jena had a pretty good idea who it probably was and when she turned around, her hunch was proven correct.

There in the doorway stood the King of the Gypsies and her kidnapper, Clopin Trouillefou. He still looked the same as he did yesterday the only thing that was really different about him was that he was carrying a tray that had some bread, cheese and a glass on water on it.

"Ah, good morning, mon capitaine!" He said enthusiastically

Jena cringed a little. Good Lord, how can anyone be that cheerful in the morning…but then again Jena never really was much of a morning person.

"Morning." Jena said, still trying to shake off the grogginess of her sleep. Clopin held out the tray out to her, so she gladly took it "Thank you."

Jena took a bite of the bread without too much hesitation since she was somewhat convinced that since it was only her first day as a prisoner of the gypsies, they probably wouldn't try to kill her…at least not yet. And since she had now taken a few bites of the food and sipped her drink and hadn't dropped dead on the ground… it appeared as though it wasn't poisoned.

Finally after a bit of silence, she asked "So am I to guess that I'm not allowed to leave my caravan?"

"Of course not, you are free to roam where ever you wish as long as you stay in the Court of course."

Jena ate and drank as she listened to his words and she was a little surprised, but a little pleased as well. At least she had some freedom after all they could have just left her in her caravan and left her to rot. As she finished up her breakfast, she handed him back the tray and stepped out of the wagon, ready to explore what was around her. Though she still found it hard to believe that Clopin was really giving her this kind of freedom after all wasn't she suppose to be a prisoner? It not like it a common thing to let prisoners walk around where ever they wish.

Jena turned to look at Clopin one last time, thinking he was going to go back on his word about letting her out. But shockingly, he just smiled and waved her off. Jena left, not wanting to push her luck with his generosity, but she was still a little confused over Clopin. He was already proving to be the most confusing man she had ever met. She wasn't entirely sure why, but there was something about him that made him so…mysterious.

Shaking her head at these thoughts, Jena tried to focus on the environment around her. There were a few other gypsies that were out and doing their work, but of course a few of them caught her gaze and started shooting glares and scowls at her like they had done yesterday.

I feel so welcome here. Jena couldn't help but think sarcastically

After a little while of exploring her surroundings, Jena pondered over what she would do next. Truthfully, Jena just wanted to find a nice spot to be left alone with her thoughts, but that would be a little difficult in here since it was pretty cramped together. And she really didn't feel like going back to her caravan since she just got out of it. Just then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small space between two large tents.

It didn't really seem like much, but it would have to do. Jena walked over before sitting down against the wall. She reached into her satchel, pulled out her notebook and began to write about all the events that had happened to her since she came to Paris.

…

Jena figured that it must have been a half hour or more since she started writing because her hand was starting cramp up, but she kept on writing. It not like she really had anything else to do.

"Give it back!"

Jena looked up from her notebook to see two young boys, one dressed in blue, the other in green, were tossing what appeared to be a small doll back and forth while a younger looking girl dressed in orange was trying to jump up a grab it, but she was too short to reach it.

The boy in blue threw the doll back to his friend and then the two of them proceed to run through the Court. The little girl ran after them, but she tripped and landed hard on the ground. She pushed herself up before bring her knees up to her chest and started crying.

Jena knew she had to do something. Maybe it was because she felt sorry for the little girl, maybe it was her soldier instinct kicking in and telling her that there was someone who needed her help or maybe it was because out of the thousand of gypsies that were all around her, nobody seemed to want to help the little girl.

With that decided Jena got up from her spot and headed over to where the two boys had stopped running, but were still tossing the doll back and forth. As the boy in green tossed the doll to the one in blue, Jena snatched the toy while it was in midair.

"Hey lady, what's the big id-?" the boy in blue started to protest, but he immediately became silent when he saw who he was talking to, his whole body freezing up while his hazel eyes looked like they might pop out of his head. His friend next to him bore a similar expression on his face.

Jena noticed that a few of the gypsies had ceased what they were doing and were now turning their attention towards the commotion that was being caused. Though she knew they were probably watching her most of all, she could only guess they were probably waiting for her to make a mistake or do something stupid so that it would give them a reason to kill her. She turned her attention back to the two boys, who were still looking at her like they had seen a ghost, for only a few moments before she turned her back to them and walked back over to where the little girl was.

Jena stopped a few inches away from her before she got down on her knees to try and be a little more eye level with the little girl. The little girl didn't seem to notice her so Jena cleared her throat loudly enough to catch her attention.

The girl sniffled a little and wiped the tears from her eyes before she looked up at Jena. She froze; her sea blue eyes looked at Jena with terror. Knowing that saying something would probably scare her more; Jena simply held the doll out to her and said nothing. The little girl turned her gaze to the doll in Jena's hand and looked surprised. She slowly got back onto her feet and then hesitantly walked a little closer to Jena till she reached out and took the toy back, clutching it close to her chest. She looked at the doll before looking at Jena with confusion and disbelief.

Jena stood back up to her full height and stared at the girl for a few moments before turning around on her heel and left, not even waiting for a thank you, not that she was really expecting one. Jena sat back down against the wall, pulled out her notebook and started to write again. When she looked up, she saw that the little gypsy girl was still standing where she had left her and still looking at her.

But it didn't last long since a women wearing a dark red outfit came up to the little girl, grabbed her arm and proceeded with dragging her away. She seemed to be scolding the girl about something Jena couldn't hear, but noticed that the little girl wasn't really paying attention since she was still trying to look back at her.

'Odd…' Jena thought, but she shook it off, thinking it was probably nothing. As she started to write again she came to the conclusion of her entry.

So it seems journal that I'm going to be stuck here for a little while. I have no idea what these gypsies plan on doing to me and somehow I really don't want to find out. The best thing for me to do right now is probably stay out of trouble as much as I can. I can only hope that I can manage to survive all this and that someone will be able to rescue me soon. But until then…it looks like I'm just going to have to hold out on my own. May God give me the strength to get through this.

December 29, 1482

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So Jena's first day in the Court wasn't so bad, but how long will it last? And will Frollo's men find her in time? Stay tune and find out!