The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Heaven's Light

Trust No One

"We cannot just sit here and watch all this happen!" Laverne growled under her breath as Victor barely had any.

Hugo shoved his way to have a look at the exhausted group before them. It looked to the swine that they had finally succumbed to sleep. Who would not fall asleep after all that turmoil of almost getting killed? It was sure difficult to watch and not interfere.

"They look fine, right now-"

"Fine? Fine?" the elder gargoyle seemed to fire up. "No. They are far from okay. I have never seen Quasi like this before. Our poor boy is forced to go through with all this. I cannot stand still here and just watch him hurt so much."

"Little Rose had caught sight of us if you can remember." Victor mentioned. "Maybe if we...should...?" he trailed off a little.

"...you don't mean we go and find her? No. She's been taken away. Back to the King she goes." Laverne countered. "It's...it is already too late." she saddened as she gazed back to the now sleeping hunchback and the ever watchful truants.

Yet, there was another child who was now rested by Quasimodo's side, just like how Rose used to be. But, unfortunately, it was not. It was a kind sight though, to see that he was so trusted by the youthful.

As quiet as he was trying to be, Hugo and his not so graceful way had lamely moved a set of stones which then went rolling down towards the camp. One stone hit one of the horse's legs. Unfortunately, it was Fidele. The most frightful one. He barked out and reared, pulling on his rein to get free.

The panic awoke the men.

Laverne gasped when she saw Quasimodo open his eyes. Judeth seemed to jump and she looked around as Clopin's attention went to the hillside. Rocks tumbled down gently, yet it worried them for the fear of an intruder.

Clopin was not taking any chances and he stood up to aim his arrow. What Hugo got was a feirce shot in the stomach, ricocheted off. The stone swine held back a yelp and Clopin had a clue that someone was spying on them. Quasimodo stayed firm and had sat knelt still beside Judeth as he moved to reach for his dagger.

As Clopin stood tall and aimed sharply, Quasimodo could have sworn that he had saw something familiar up there, yet it seemed that it was only him. He stay knelt next to Judeth as he firmly placed a hand to his dagger. The girl dared not to run from him, even when a familiar horse had barked out.

"Hugo! What on earth~"

"It wasn't me!"

"Oh? Who was it then? Not the swine with the big fat mouth?" Victor growled.

"Look what you have done! You woke them all." Laverne scolded, coldly.

"Who is there?" ordered the agitated Clopin as he stepped closer up the hill.

That made the three stones jump.

"Quick. Hide, you baffoons!" Laverne ordered.

Fidele could not understand these creatures or the reason why that had not any legs. Soon enough, the rope holding him had come loose and he was able to fly off. Unfortunately, he had headed down the slight hill towards the unsuspecting campers. They had no choice but to quickly move out of the way. Quasimodo had a hold on Judeth's arm and guided her out of the way before seeing that it was his own horse that was panicking.

"Fidele..." he gasped lightly before looking up the hill, confused.

"What's happening?" Judeth worried as a fellow gypsy came by to protect her.

It was unknown of what was, or who was up there. Fidele pawed at the ground, huffing as his friend carefully approached him. Quasimodo wore a rather confused, yet worried expression as he studied his poor steed.