I knew that tomorrow we would return to our time. My mind was about what to do. I was born and lived in the future. Was I happy there? Not really. I wondered what I should do. Staying here was too crazy. That was a nice culture shock, because there weren't that many conveniences from the future here. One bath once a month ... urgs ... and of course the plague was still omnipresent, even if the last outbreak in Paris was about 40 years ago. But as is the case with diseases ... there is always a trigger. And definitely in this era.

Was I naive? Probably. The attack of Quasimodo on the way back was still in my bones. But nothing had happened since then. He even seemed to have built a certain distance from me. Perhaps he was still ashamed of this act. Anyway. I couldn't imagine life without him anymore. Quasimodo was my soul mate. Always has been. To have him around now and to be able to talk to him meant more to me than anything else. I would still give my life for him should it ever come to that. Maybe I should somehow make this clear to Quasimodo so that he would give up this distance from me ... but what is the best way to do that?

After Quasimodo rang the bells for the first time the next morning, he brought the ladies their breakfast. He felt so elated to finally be back home and be close to his beloved bells. After breakfast, the ladies asked him to take another look at the emerald. Before they left, he had kept the emerald in a small wooden box that still contained a few brightly colored broken glass. He took out the emerald on the chain and showed it to both of them again. Regina held out her hand and the emerald began to glow just because she held her hand over it.

"I think it works the same way," said Regina.

"Well, Regina, are you coming with me?" Asked Jasmine and stood next to her, who let her hand drop again.

"You know, I've been thinking about what I would do for a long time if I had a choice

"said Regina.

"You don't want to ...?" Began Jasmine and stared at her, startled.

"I've been looking for the place where I belong for many years. I think I've found this place. It was no coincidence that I felt so drawn to Quasimodo and his world. It was fate. I feel at home here. I always belonged here. ", Said Regina.

"What about your life in the future? Your mother, your friends, your work?" Began Jasmine.

"I know I'm leaving a lot behind. But ... my heart tells me it's so right. I suspect that we're not causing space / time anomalies here has to do with wishing so badly that we can stay here. Esmeralda's mother said that this emerald can bring people together. I think he did that. ", Regina said and looked at Quasimodo for a long time.

Jasmine closed her eyes, she seemed to think for a moment. Then she looked again at her friend and the bell ringer: "As long as you are happy ..."

She hugged her friend and also the bell ringer to say goodbye. Then she put her hand on the emerald that was still in Quasimodo's hand. Jasmine wished with all her heart to return to the future and was enveloped by a green light that slowly spread. When the light faded, Jasmine was gone.

"Is she back in the future?" Asked Quasimodo.

"I think so," said Regina, smiling happily.

"And what about you?" Quasimodo asked, because he hadn't understood everything she had said.

"I stay here." She said.

"What? Can you do that?" Quasimodo asked surprised.

"I think so. The emerald is more than just a gemstone. It fulfills wishes. When it brought you into my time, you may have had the wish deep inside you to be able to change your fate. And that is what the emerald has for you also made possible by sending you to me. ", Regina explained as slowly as possible, so that the bell ringer understood her.

"You don't mind?", Quasimodo asked confused.

"No. Because I'm finally home," I said happily and hugged him.

hello, first of all, thank you for the Reviews. its a little annoying, that I have no option to anwer you on the App. so thank you very much first. As I started to write the Story in 2017, I never Imagined, that three years later the Story will be continued and develop this way as it does now.I am very proud about this story and I don't have the end in sight, so... there will be many chapters to come... so... have fun!

Jasmine found herself in Regina's room again, alone. While she heard Regina's mother appear to be on the phone, she hurried to her in the living room.

When she saw Jasmine, she hung up and looked behind her searchingly: "Where is Regina?"

Now Jasmine had the incredibly difficult task of informing Regina's mother about the whereabouts of her daughter. Regina's decision to stay in the Middle Ages came as a surprise to Jasmine in spite of everything. Sure, Regina was almost obsessed with the story of the bell ringer, but Jasmine had expected that she would come back despite everything. Perhaps Jasmine would have made better sure that Regina and Quasimodo had not traveled together, then they would not have come closer either.

"I'm very sorry, Inge," said Jasmine with bowed head, "your daughter didn't come back with me."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked, shocked.

"We were in Quasimodo's time. There Regina and Quasimodo got closer. When we had the opportunity to come back, she decided against it."

"Does that mean my daughter is now living in the Middle Ages?" Inge asked in shock and thought of all the horrors that this age had made known. Plague and other diseases, brutal battles, scheming cardinals ... she knew her daughter. She was a sensitive person and would certainly not survive long in the Middle Ages ...

"How did you get back?" Inge asked, shocked

"It doesn't do any good ..." said Jasmine, hanging her head, "we can't get her if she doesn't come back of her own free will."

Inge burst into tears because she knew that she would probably never see her daughter again. If she hadn't seen Quasimodo in person, she would never have believed Jasmine and probably even called a psychiatrist. But so ... Inge felt so helpless and couldn't do anything other than pray that she would eventually see her daughter alive again. Unsuspecting that this would really happen more or less in about 2 years ...

The decision to stay in the Middle Ages would take a lot of getting used to, that was clear to me. There were no toilets, hardly any running clean water and bathing was only done on special occasions. In addition, I had to somehow live in this time, because even in the Middle Ages you could only survive with money. As a saleswoman I couldn't really work here because there was no such thing as mixed goods. Sure, there were markets, but otherwise you would get the goods directly from the producer. Be it meat, milk or bread. I could only hope to be somehow useful in the cathedral and thus earn board and lodging, similar to what was done with Quasimodo. I offered myself as a kind of cleaning lady. I regularly mopped and swept the hallways and cleaned the statues. That was originally part of Quasimodo's job. He willingly gave them to me and also showed me what to look out for. Which statue do I had to touch it more gently, for example, because it might begin to crumble, which has already been the case with a few statues, more than 100 years after the cathedral was completed.

"I think Notre Dame could use a good stonemason," I said thoughtfully as I looked at a holy statue that was almost losing its head.

"You mean like my father?" Asked Quasimodo.

"Maybe. You could talk to the archdeacon about it.", I said, "After all, the poor shouldn't lose his head like St. Aphrodisius."

Quasimodo laughed softly and nodded. After the last ring of the bells we went to bed. We slept in separate beds, despite the fact that we had already slept together, this was probably seen very severely in Notre Dame. No shared bed without marriage, that was the rule that God probably intended. That being said, Quasimodo hadn't proposed to me yet. It took us a month to celibate, firstly to do with my new job and secondly because Quasimodo was somehow becoming more distant from me. I was already wondering whether he really shared my feelings or whether he had only slept with me out of pity because I loved him so much. I was already thinking about whether I shouldn't have returned to my time. I started to feel lonely and missed Jasmine. Although I knew she would go back, I had hoped that maybe she would stay a little longer. I started to shed tears in my loneliness and wondered how Jasmine was doing and how my mother had received my decision ...