The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Heaven's Light

Ode To The Burrower

Caution~ Really dark concepts in this one chapter. Apologies in advance!

Rose was no longer sure of how far they were going, but she kept her eyes shut as the horse had no means to stop. Adalyn now had two children on her person, and the hope of getting to the magistrates was beginning to falter. Her brother was no where to be found.

Her horse had to skid quickly to a stop when the edge over the river suddenly surprised him. In a fray, he reared back. The startled females had their eyes peeled. Mainly for anyone familiar.

There was nothing but grassy plains and old homes. Rose was able to see the shape of the lone cathedral, calling her name. Seeing it, she now had no hope that she was to see him one more time. He was gone, after all that time when she thought she had found a father. Judeth looked down at her as she curled more against her and their caretaker.

Rose's sobs were heartbreaking. The rain was not making their endeavor any better.

"Please...don't... It will be all right... it will be all right..." Addy hastily tried to comfort the poor thing.

No, it was not all right to the girl at this point. He promised her, that he would never leave her. He loved her and she loved him. Why didn't this make any sense to her?

Dracon recognized this as the behemoth his men faced back in the cathedral. Quasimodo held a sharp glare before Dracon felt something snap in his hand as it seemed. He pulled away and he swung at the hunchback, who swiped his arm against the blade again, seeming to feel nothing.

Quasimodo got another punch to his shoulder and grunted, fighting the pain before boldly shoved the man away. The heavy body of his opponent barely went far. The man was probably blind with rage alike he was.

He had shoved the gypsy so hard, that he had not yet gotten up.

Clopin was a little addled from the sudden shove and looked up at the fight a few feet away. The hunchback was able to take a beating but this seemed too extreme.

In desperation, Dracon tore his wrist out from the hunchback's grip and when he was keeping an eye on him when he looked ready to punch him, Dracon then felt something cold penetrate him.

He stared at the hunchback in shock before he looked down at the dagger.

Clopin was only a few feet away and he looked dangerously grim and he even smirked. Quasimodo was agape, watching Dracon stagger as something began to come over him.

He chuckled, feeling weak.

"...all because of a child..." he rasped as his legs began to fail him.

But he was not to give up. All this for nothing?

He cut at Quasimodo, only slicing a small portion of his hair, fortunately. Quasimodo winced before he chose to weaken the man by punching exactly where he had been stabbed, but the dagger was poisoned.

Instead... he delivered a painful punch at Dracon, giving him enough time to... take the dagger out, quickly.

Dracon yelled, sharply before he ran pale. He began to bleed even more.

He stared at the hunchback in deep shock and agony. In a desperate attempt, he grabbed Quasimodo's sleeve.

Dracon's face held nothing but hatred. Quasimodo defensively held that dagger high. But when he did, he thought of his only father. Who was always filled with that same hatred and he could never understand why.

Clopin looked serious and determined to end the man, right there.

"...what are you waiting for, Quasimodo? Finish him, you idiot!"