Okay, I just want to point out that if you think Frollo is "sick" or if you just don't like him…STOP READING THIS STORY! Honestly! Any idiot who hates this story and keeps reading it, well bloody hell how stupid can you be?! Don't be leaving nasty reviews because it's annoying…although funny. I do NOT accept any criticism since I just write this to get the idea out of my head. To all my loyal reviews and readers, thanks.
I yawned slightly as I watched the fire before me crack and hiss. Tilting my head, I couldn't help but wonder where father was. Once in a while when he got home, he and mom and I sat in front of a small fire until it died out. I missed that. I missed mom. I missed dad.
This fireplace was much bigger than ours and, even though there were cushioned chairs to sit in, I sat on the cold ground. Frollo simply shook his head, muttering how he will never understand an odd child such as myself.
Turning around after many hours had passed, I smiled gently. Claude lay in his chair slightly hunched over, asleep. This would be the perfect time to go see father! He'd be in the dungeons, I bet.
It was almost too easy to sneak down there. First, I had to get out of the room with a door that creaked. Apparently it didn't creak loud enough to awake anyone. Then I ended up having to walk in the bitter wind, towards the dungeon's entrance…where the guards were.
For a moment, I felt a spark of fear in my heart. However, it was quickly extinguished by a snore from the two men. They were sleeping on the job. For once in my life I was happy that they left the place unguarded.
In a way, I was grateful because if I got caught running around outside after dark, especially while Frollo slept, I'd probably be locked up for a while. Shrugging off the thought, I quickly yet quietly ran down the stairs.
It was a bloody maze! At first I thought it was a narrow path that curved down as it grew deeper underground, having cells to the left and right. How sadly I was mistaken! The walls of brick had green stuff, mold I think, crawling up it. The parts of the floor that were not covered in a body fluid or water were covered by rats. I shivered.
Holding my breath as I passed dead bodies in a cell, I jogged silently. My bare feet dodged by themselves the crap left by rats…and humans. It seemed that as I turned to the left, then right, then left once more that I was lost. This area, however, was covered in blood only. A torture room.
I tripped and skidded on the floor, hurting my knees. Against my will, I let out a cry of despair and pain. Kneeling there, I let out the tears of hurt that built up for so many weeks. This was too much for me.
"Lavender?" A voice called out only a few cells away. "Lavender, my daughter, is that you?"
Looking up, I ran over to the source and cried out with new tears, "Father!" I stopped as soon as he came into the little firelight. He was a corpse, beaten and bruised. He was like a living corpse. I had to stop myself from wincing in fear and disgust.
"Lavender…" He smiled a bloody smile.
"Father…tell me about the King." These words weren't what I expected but they seemed to have been on his mind as well. He inhaled slowly, ready to tell at tale.
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