Paris was unpleasant and silent, doing about its daily routine in a subtle and in a rather wary way. News went about to the towns folk, clear as day about the Spaniard brigands and every single family who lived within Paris feared for their children. They hardly even allowed them freedom outside. Only adults went about town to gain their daily bread for the day and the narrow streets remained empty, even the gypsies kept themselves down.
One dawn in Paris, the city awakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
A fear is aroused, we keep our wits about
To the bells of Notre Dame
Notre Dame's great towers boomed brightly from those bells and to all who have lived in this poor town know of who ruled those towers. Anyone who dared draw their eyes upon his face would easily say that he was a monster, yet a child changed all that. In the midst of a fearful time, no one hardly knew who to trust so they kept a great many things to themselves and hid away most of the time when soldiers raided the streets for free loading gypsies. A group of peasant children played tag in one of the empty courts as a cloaked figured walked passed them, making way to one of the pubs. The figure unraveled her hood and took a look around to be sure she wasn't followed by any strange folk. Esmeralda, had been assisting her people to hide during such madness. Silently, she unlatched the door and swept inside, shutting the door behind her. Hide, hide away
Sing the bells, sing the soul of the bells
Behold now, stay alarmed
Just like the bells of Notre Dame
You have seen how strong and how great at heart
Who rings the bells of Notre Dame
Keep down, stay low
A wicked thing comes
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
"Behold, do not fear children." the spry puppeteer said to the anxious children as they gathered before his trolley.
Clopin Trouillefou looked about before proceeding his tale.
"Listen to them. You know who rules those grand towers, no? He warns us, he rings out the dawning of a new time. That once terrible Bellringer keeps us all aware."
"Aware of what?" asked one of the girls.
"There are trials afoot. Labors of coming better days. You need not worry, dear ones, for it is he who sees it all."
He is free
No longer a captive
The Bellringer of Notre Dame
He sees you
He will protect you
Who rules his roam
And observes our home
The Bellringer of Notre Dame
Suddenly, from the elegant towers, came the loud thundering tongs of six bells, almost all in unison, singing along with the puppeteer's ditty to the legend who was making them come alive and powerful. Clopin, the head of the gypsies, remained in disguise as with the rest of his people, yet his storytelling was worth breaking a few rules for.
"You know those sounds, don't you?"
"Of course, it's Quasimodo!"
"You told us all about him." the children chorused, growing bored of the same tale being told over and over again.
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Heaven's Light
Fanfiction(A sequel to the Disney film)Two years have passed and a mysterious band of brutes come to Paris for mysterious reasons and a lost little girl is fleeing from them. During the chaos, a lost past might be unraveled after twenty years of being locked...
