The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Heaven's Light

Fires at Dawn

I believe in fires at dawn

When the wolves and bears have fled.

A melancholy in the fogged air

A broken bow beneath the bed...

Silken mist below the canopy

Frogs and newts slip through the light

Too much hurry ruins the body

I'll sit easy...fan the spark...

Kindled by the dying embers of another trifled eve

Go inside...go rest your eyes...

Go heal after the pain

Me, I'll sit and sing this sad song

As I all too seldom do...

Build a little fire this dawn

It's good to be back home with you...

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Adalyn felt lost, as if something had happened and Evrard was nowhere to be seen. But at least the sun was.

The horrible night was over and gone and now they were granted sight. Rose and Judeth hugged one another, but when light hit their eyes, they looked to the golden horizon, glimmering as the blackness that covered them began to morph into a dark blue and purple. Rose had not seen such beauty in a very long time. For once, she hazily looked forward at the beautiful sight for a moment, as her tears then begun to dry.

She then began to remember, Quasimodo was with them not that long ago. She tried to look to see if he was there.

Adalyn did not like how fidgety she was, but there was good reason. The girl's voice was gone once again and Judeth tried to hug her, hoping it would calm her enough. They had to seek out the Magistrates.

The ginger woman kicked her horse once more, now able to see the grand bell towers, that were now even closer. Rose clenched her eyes shut as the horse shot forth once again. The horror came much later when one of the girl's gave a shriek at the sight of what was coming from the city itself. Rose was inclined to keeping her eyes shut, truly praying to go home.

She thought he was the one she could always look up to, to follow. This was even worse than the first time when she thought he was gone...for she loved him. She trusted his word. Listening to his voice, she knew that he would never break it. She still could not understand it all. Only the fact that he was trying to protect her and kept her from danger. All along, she feared that. Now it had come true. He was...probably gone. Forever.

She remembered his voice. It kept speaking in her mind, of how proud he was of her. How brave she was. She was not brave. He was. She cowered in his arms, she feared whenever he would leave.

She was cowardly and he looked down. He climbed down. He carried her to safety.

She remembered of just how terribly strong he was and when he held her, he was as gentle as the wind. The kind gesture of brushing her hair back, the way he fed her that first night in the belfry. Those soft eyes looking deep into hers with warmth and love. So much protection and security.

But then there were times when he was cross and it frightened her. Dracon's actions towards her were just as vicious. He would strike her every time she would open her mouth. He would keep her away with her wrist tied to the tarp. She was forced to ride on horses who ran so fast and he would hold her with a single rough hand on her shoulder, gripping deathly hard. The image of her protector, Quasimodo like that, she was frightened but...she knew he would never use that strength against her. Though she shuddered as she remembered of how angry he was when her head was struck.