The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Heaven's Light

I Want To Go Home...

There came the piercing on the moist dirt. A dagger was thrown and he could plainly see himself reflected in the silver handle. The silent pirate captain himself glared at it before he stepped up to claim it. Once he tore the weapon out of the dirt, he was in thought. The gypsies were wise and they were strong. They were guiding the one who had her through that forest and most of his men did not return. His own crew proved to be too weak for this petty task alone. He had to get that brat into his clutches. She was going to be pay. She was going to pay for running away and she knew the punishment that waited for her.

He had ten men left now. So he had to plan carefully. For six years, he held that precious treasure. The worst years he had dealt with the Queen's final born. Dracon did not invade this kingdom just for her to run away from him. She belonged to him. The kingdom was weak because of this, just what he agreed with that gypsy. Or so she said she was a gypsy, since he was dealing with a whole group of them and they were protecting and keeping the princess away. She managed to get into that palace and take that final born for him, which led to the kingdom's belief that witchcraft was involved.

"Damn woman." Dracon cursed as he put that dagger away.

"Captain. The scouts have not returned yet and it is nearly dawn." spoke this younger Spaniard, coming up behind him.

"Hmmm..." Dracon hummed. "Wonderful. It seems all of you are too idiotic to even bring that vermin back." he darkly stated, turning to the younger man. "I swore to keep her. I swore to keep her hidden. And all this for the riches and the weakening of this kingdom. I will get her back myself, you ingrates! You are no use to me now, NONE OF YOU!" he growled at all of them and they stood up. "That gypsy made it possible to have this kingdom in my grasp. To keep the King at bay."

But there was something hiding, and it was beginning to show in his dark eyes that seemed almost human. He was just like any young man when he ran away from home, elope with this lass, Alejandra. Just a normal teenager, rebellious and annoying, he was, in his prime. He never asked to be a convict, which had begun when he threatened a noble. His head was threatened over and over and he tried to escape with no hope to clear his name.... He had met this one woman when the love of his life was killed by his own stupidity. He was so broken that he wanted to do anything to at least live peacefully. He was on the verge of ending his own life when she offered an escape. If he kept a treasure for her until she returned to him to claim it, she would set him free from the law. Unknowing yet of the treasure she intended him to protect, he agreed to it.

That treasure he vowed to keep was taken and that witch was to return at any given time. Not was he afraid, but he was more afraid of the King's sentence than the witch and that child was his key to power and even freedom, which was what he hungered. But now things were falling apart because of that damn hunchback.

Dracon eyed them all, thinking before he turned to the view of the forest foot. He snagged the rein of his horse and got on.

"Get down there now. They are quiet and they mean to try and get her to the King. Five of you, go in and chase them out. The rest of you remain with me and we will attack them as they run out."

"But none had come ba-"

"Do as I say. NOW!" Dracon then bellowed, shoving the man who spoke.

It was still late into the night. Inside the gypsy caravan, the Burrowers were speaking in whispers. The children with them, along with the hunchback, the blind, the bishop and the silent princess were speaking of this one plan that seemed completely insane, even just listening to the words coming out of Evrard's mouth. Adalyn was horrified.

Quasimodo sat with his knees to his chest, keeping Rose close and Agatha right beside him and he and the two listened to this plan. They too did not like the sound of it.