Years passed and Isabelle is now a young lady of great beauty at 20 years old. On the morning of 6th of January in the year 1482, Isabelle is standing on the balcony of her bedroom, looking at the view of the festival being set up from the Palace of Justice, wanting to be free from her adopted father's control and the Palace of Justice.

Every year, the Festival of Fools would happen at this time and she would always have to sneak out in order to attend. But it's was getting too risky. If she were caught, she'd be severely punished and put in that dungeon, the same one that she wandered into when she was 4 years old Just then, Frollo came over towards her.

"Good Morning, Isabelle," he said formally to her.

"Good morning, father," she greeted him back.

Frollo then looked out from the balcony and saw that she was staring at the Festival being set up.

"Oh, you don't want to attend such a dastardly event," he sneered with disgust. Nothing but thieves, pick pockets, drunkards, and so on. You, my dear, are much too pure to attend such a thing," he said to her caressing her cheek.

"But you get to go every year," she explained in frustration to him.

"I don't have a choice. I must go, I'm a public official, but I don't enjoy it for one moment," he said icily.

"But...It's just not fair. I'm so tired of being stuck here 24/7, ever since as early as I can recall. I want to go out and see the world for once," she said in despair.

"I let you come with me to the cathedral every Thursday for prayer sessions," he answered.

She knew that is that her adopted father would say no once again, just like he always did every year she asked since as long as she could remember. "But I guess it was worth a try," she thought to herself.

"Isabelle, I'm surprised to find you so ungrateful, after everything I've done for you. I took you in and raised you as an infant, whose heartless mother left for dead in the bitter cold to die. If it weren't for me, you would had frozen and starved to death. I also have given you the best education out of everyone in Paris. Not many girls like you get to have an education at all," he told her. "I expect you to become the most finest noblewoman in all of Paris, if not all of France."

"I'm sorry father. I didn't think you'd get so upset," apologized Isabelle.

"Oh my dear, dearest Isabelle, the world is a cruel, wicked, dark place full of sin, impurity, and lust. You are far too good and pure to be exposed to such disgusting things. I know it hurts," he consoled her. "But all the men out there would take you as a harlot and ravish you. Remember that gypsy boy you met the cathedral? You don't that to happen again now do we? he said with a creepy smile. "This is why I keep you here, it's for your own good, my dear girl."

"Yes father," she responded in despair and sighed.

Frollo then patted on her head. "That's a good girl. Now let's get started reviewing your alphabet for today, come along," he told her as she followed behind.

After lessons when Frollo left for the cathedral to visit Quasimodo, unknown to her, Isabelle waited for the festival to start once more. "I guess I have to sneak out once again," she thought to herself, looking out the window from the parlor.

Last time she did that, she was nearly caught. Luckily the guards had mistaken her as someone else. She was terrified to do this again, however, but part of her really, really wanted to go. This was the most excitement she got to have all year long.

Being stuck in the gloomy Palace of Justice 24/7 was very, very boring. When she was a little girl, she made up a lot of imaginary friends to keep herself entertained and not feeling so lonely. She never had anyone with play with growing up.

She went up back up to her room, still deciding whether or not a miss the festival or sneak out and risk getting caught and being severely punished. Her adopted father started whipping her as punishment starting at age 3 and locking her in the dungeon overnight at age 4, ever since that day she wandered into the dungeons and saw a torture session going on. She occasionally had nightmares about it still. She looked back over at the festival being set up. She then made up her mind.

"I'll sneak out again," she told herself. "One last time."

Not too long after, Isabelle heard cheering from outside. She quickly grabbed her winter cloak and walked towards one of the back doors of the palace. She snuck out unnoticed, threw on the cloak and put the hood over her head. She then walked all the way there, making sure no one saw her. It was very crowded and she could hear cheerful singing as she was going through the crowd the the front. She also saw lots of colorful tents and banners.

As Clopin, the king of the gypsies, slid in under the crowd and started to sing 'Topsy Turvey' with colorful confetti falling everywhere, Isabelle noticed another cloaked figure, besides herself, swing in and land in the middle of the street where the performers were. At first she though they were part of the show, only to notice that they were running away and trying to hide as if they were hiding from someone. She decided to follow them.

Clopin was following this person as well she noticed. Each time he'd try to hide, Clopin would allows try to expose him somehow. And then she saw them fall into a tent and land inside, but she decided to wait for them to come out. And all the sudden that cloaked figure bumped right into her, knocking her down. He quickly helped her up.

"A-Are you okay?" a young man's voice asked her with a nervous stutter while he helped her up. "I'm so, so s-sorry."

"Yes, thank you for asking" she said pulling her hood back up but was taken aback when she saw his face but she assumed it was a mask for the Feast of Fools. However, this was his real face.

He had a large bump over his eye, and upturned nose, a squashed face, and a large hump over his right shoulder.

He quickly covered his face with his face and ran off.

"No, wait! I just want to talk," Isabelle cried out but he hid in the crowd and she lost him.

Then suddenly, she noticed an old too familiar black, gothic, carriage being led by guards on horses coming near by and a man dressed in yellow knight armor behind it. It was Frollo. She quickly hid in the crowd, still looking for the cloaked man and saw him again being dragged around by performers during the show. She looked over and saw Frollo, her adopted father, coming out of the carriage to sit down at his own reserved seating spot.

She looked back over where the cloaked young man had been, and noticed he wasn't there and found him again at the front near the stage. She quickly tried to sneak over to him and prayed that her father wouldn't notice her. Luckily, he didn't to her relief.

Isabelle then came next to him, but before she could say anything to him, a gypsy girl dressed in red appeared from the smoke bomb that Clopin threw down onstage a second ago.

She was dancing in a very seductive way on stage, but was beautiful nonetheless. All the sudden, she went over to Frollo and wrapped her scarf around his neck, pulled him closer and kissed his nose and playfully pushed his hat down.

She went back onstage and continued dancing, finishing it with a pole dance from a spear that she grabbed from one of the guards nearby. Everyone, including Isabelle and the cloaked man, clapped and threw gold coins to her onstage.

Then Clopin reappeared and announced that the crowning of the Feast of Fools was beginning in song. Then all of the contestants started climbing the stage with the gypsy girl, who was dancing earlier, helped the cloaked man climb up onto the stage, whose cloak fell off right then. She then started throwing off all of the masks of the contestants, one by one with the crowd booing.

And when she got to the last man, the one that bumped into Isabelle earlier, she attempted to pull off the mask, but couldn't. She gasped in shock, realizing that it was his real face. Isabelle was shocked too. She'd never seen a person look that way before. Then the villagers were yelling things.

"That's no mask!"

"It's his face!" cried another one in terror.

"He's hideous!"

"It's the bell ringer from Notre Dame!"

Isabelle had vaguely heard of the bell ringer of Notre Dame but knew nothing about him, only that he never left the bell tower. She had no idea that her adopted father raised him as well as her. She was also maddened by what the people the crowd were saying about him. Clopin then came up on stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic. We asked for the ugliest face in Paris and here it is! Quasimodo, the Hunchback of Notre Dame!"

The crowd cheered and ran towards and lifted him in the air. Clopin and the crowd starting singing once more, as they threw the old king off the throne and put Quasimodo on it instead. Isabelle cheered happily as they paraded him through the crowd.

He passed two girls, who gave him a kiss and as they were making their way to another stage, Isabelle noticed that Quasimodo had waved to someone from the distance. She looked over and saw it was her adopted father, who looked furious. She thought that was a little odd, but didn't think too much of it.

When Quasimodo got on the stage Clopin threw a king's cloak on him and handed him a scepter. Everyone was cheering for Quasimodo and chanting his name over and over and Isabelle joined right in as she made her way closer towards the stage that Quasimodo was standing on.

And suddenly, a tomato came flying from a guard from the crowd and hit Quasimodo on the side of his face.