The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Heaven's Light

Unsettling

Of what was Bagnolet was yet another ash pile. As the burning wood began to smolder and while the poisoned smoke rose high into the reddened morning sky. The group had escaped just in time without being seen by the attackers, who were three Spanish spies sent by Dracon to search for the missing girl. Fortunately, they had not found any sign or whisper of her whereabouts or the ones who were assisting her. Many of those who lived in that destroyed village had made their clear get away, but most had been robbed of their homes.

The group had to run off to the woodlands northbound, just to make a quick escape. Esmeralda had a good hint of where they were headed and so, she was leading them through the weeded forest to cover up their tracks.

Quasimodo still had the weak Agatha in his hold and he was starting to weaken after running to such a far distance from the village. The Bishop held Rose as tight as he could. Rose, however, amazing as she was silent the whole while they were in that inn, she was terrified as never before. The hunchback caught the sign of the Archdeacon's exhaustion.

"Esmeralda!" Quasi yelped inbetween breaths. "Esmeralda, please! May we just rest? I believe we have gone far enough."

"I have to be sure that we're not being followed, Quasimodo." the firm gypsy said.

Quasi drew in breaths and took a look around. "Where have you taken us?"

"North. Northbound. It was all I could do."

Agatha was still unconcious and she felt as though she was getting heavier, so Quasimodo ever so gently set her down at a base of a tree. But he was quite hesitant of leaving her side.

"Well, it seems we have reason to rest." The Bishop tiredly metioned, referring to the blind while gently returning Rose to Quasimodo, to whom she felt at her most comfortable.

"Haven't we rested enough?" the gypsy turned sour at both men. "It's morning now and now is the perfect time to cover some ground."

"Are you s-saying we should just leave her?" Quasi hurtfully stated, motioning to Agatha beside him.

"It's not as though we know her."

It surprised him truly; Esmeralda's attitude.

"She let us to stay the night. Could we at least wait...until she wakes?"

"You're too kind to her, Quasi. She was prone to getting us in danger. We have to leave her here."

The hunchback sighed and trailed his gaze around, ending it at Agatha. "Fine, Esmeralda. Whatever you decide."

But, just then, Agatha gave a gurgled cough to clear her clouded lungs.

"Oh, by God. What happened?" she gruffly hissed, rubbing her head in pain.

Quasi was quite relieved that she was all right. But he was too tired to speak to her.

"You are of no help to us anymore, Agatha. But we thank you for allowing us to stay a night with you." Esmeralda explained after passing Quasi and the princess.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Agatha stood up shakily, using the tree trunk to help her stand.

"It means we're leaving." Esmeralda shrewdly said, draping her cloak around her. "Are you coming, Father?"

"Without a doubt, my dear."

They were leaving? Groggily, she stood up while the group began to take their leave. But, she could not help, but feel humbled and taken aback. She stood up, using the tree she rested on to keep from staggering. She listened and found out that they were walking off farther and farther away. Running a shaking hand through her ratted hair, she gave out a groan of hate of herself. She destroyed her only chance and that was it; that young man who was just her age had saved her from that fire.