The Original Royal Line (An Extension of Aurora's Tale)

The Magician Wields Magic

"Here, sweetheart." Rella tossed to the coins to the young lady. "Get a guard dog or goat, to protect your home from intruders and harming you and your Mom."

"Thank you, Mademoiselle, Rella. My name is Cosetta and my Mom's name is Kim."

"Merci beaucoup, Cosetta." Rella said. She rode Rikko to the cathedral.

"Archdeacon, I need a word with my adopted Father, Phoebus." says the 14 year old girl. He helped her dismounted and Kelley easily slid off. Philip came out of the cathedral with Phoebus.

"My beloved adopted daughter, Rella?"

"That circus has a magician for a ring-leader and he's stealing things from little children." said Rella informing her Father whispering to into his ears so nobody was aware she told him.  "I would send Grumpy old Lieutenant over there to do his job and protect this city and its homes from thieves."

"I'm not grumpy or old, Miss Rella." He countered. "Too much like Your Momma, now."

Rella rolled her eyes there was a reason she looked alike to Esmeralda, her adoptive mother especially those green eyes. We never see Esmeralda's family because they moved out of the city in haste. Esmeralda would not leave with them as she could not bear to see the city of Paris suffer and continue to suffer under Frollo's injustice eyes. The Kings on the west façade of the Notre Dame Cathedral being those of Judah was so powerful even to her. Their being there in the art structure simply meant high officials some made some terribly harsh mistakes. Esmeralda was lingering in the lower halls of the cathedral.

🎶I know you can hear me, I know you don't reject prayers from the lost and hurt and wandering. You made Paris a much safer place for me and the family you gave me.
The family that birthed and raised me.
Their running away was not your fault, God.
I still will pray for them with all my heart even though they abandoned me.
The fear of a fleshful sinful man got to them and they had to run.
They did not get the chance to meet you as I have and now I know your love moves everything good along!
Your mercy and great promises are gifts from beyond the stars.
All great things come from beyond the stars
A place we can't fathom or build ourselves except by sending all we treasure back to you, meaning all we hold dear and keep close to our hearts just as Virigin Mary did too.

Now I know you could never abandon outcasts because you accepted being one yourself.
Making some realize they would never understand your wisdom.

I still have more prayers to utter and so here I come again to you.
No longer need to wonder
You showed me your face
Even night I have troubled sleep the sun lits up the red firey night in the sky.
You gave me much peace.

God help the outcasts, my people hungry from birth, support the peasant families of Paris as you say in your Word
To those who give generously will reap a generous reward that is what they have done for my people's lives.
Show us all the mercy that is nowhere to be found in our Earthly Parisian town.
Show my people outside of these city walls the mercy they can't find on Earth elsewhere!
God help my nomadic people.
We look to you still despite not completing understanding everything you are!
God help the outcasts
Or nobody ever will!
Of one thing I am sure I know this much about you, you're Father and a friend in one to me altogether!

I won't ask for anything.
I can get by. I am strong and resourceful because your protective love guards me so well!
But I know so many suffering less lucky than I!
And I have little in ways to help them thrive and survive!
Please help my people,
The broken, unconfident and downtrodden near and far away from me.
After all we are all children of God aren't we?!
God help the outcasts
Children of God!🎶

Meanwhile up above in the bell tower, Aurora informed Quasimodo about some of her relatives. "My cousin is crippled, I get the feeling he didn't like me, Prince Slyvian of Rubesco."