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I finally opened my eyes. I found myself laying in one of the pews in Notre Dame. I sat myself up and looked around to find the church completely deserted. "Hello? Father? Clopin?" I sighed, wondering what the hell was going on. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Clopin" I said with relief. But when I turned around, I wasn't met by Clopin…

I was stunned with who I saw. It was a woman. She was very beautiful. She had long black hair and deep brown eyes. She had a face that I would never be able to forget. It was almost like I was looking into a mirror. But I had also seen her somewhere else. I had seen her in portraits in my father's study. "Mom?" "Frances" After confirming who it was, I hurried to her side and hugged her. I felt tears cascade down my cheeks. "Frances, it's ok. I'm here." She told me, rubbing my back. "But what are you doing here? Your…dead."

"Yes but I have come to help you." "Help me?" I asked. She grinned and walked over to the statue of the Virgin Mary and looked up at her. "You know… He was younger when I first met him, but even then I knew he would make a great king." She said turning to me. Just mentioning him made me smile dreamily. "So Clopin Trouillefou has captured my daughter's heart."

"Mom…I think that I really do love him. He is so kind and funny. He is the most amazing man I have ever met. Besides Quasi and father of course." "Speaking of my Quasi, I saw what you and Clopin did for him. I am so glad that he got to experience what the world has to offer. So on to your father. When do you plan on telling him?"

"Tell him about Clopin?" She must have heard the fear in my voice. "Frances. This is love. The real thing. If you two really do love each other then you're going to have to tell him sooner or later. But if he finds out before you tell him, the result might not be positive." I knew that she was right. She came over to me and hugged me tightly. I felt my heart sink. "You have to go, don't you?" She nodded and said "I love you Frances and I will always be there when you need help."

I opened my eyes and found myself back in my bedroom. It was very dark. It had to be at least midnight. I felt a little sadness knowing that my mom was gone. But I felt realization and relief even more. I would give anything for her to live again so I could have a mother again. Now I finally knew what I was going to do. Clopin's arms tightened around me and pulled me closer to him. I found a comfortable position and fell back asleep.

I woke up once again, but I didn't bother opening my eyes. I felt Clopin brush the back of his hand on my face. Then his hand slowly slid down my body and slid his arm underneath my back. He then wrapped his other arm around my waist. I moaned quietly and sluggishly wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed my neck, slowly making his way up to my jaw line until he found my lips. We started off slow then we quickly picked up the pace. When I felt his tongue run across my bottom lip I opened my mouth and invited him in. Soon we both pulled apart and were in desperate need of air. "I could get use to being woken up like this." I told him, smiling. "Then I would have something to look forward to every morning. But anyways, we have to get up because I know that you must be dying to know what your surprise is." I had completely forgotten about it. "Is it ok if I go to visit Quasi first?" "Of course. I have to make sure everything is set up first so meet me in my caravan."

When I finally stood on the steps of Norte Dame, I looked up at the massive church. I took a deep breath and walked inside. The church was empty, with the exception of the priest who was too busy with his readings to even notice me. My eyes darted to the spot where I had seen my mother last night. I became a little disappointed because somehow, I almost expected her to be there. I sighed and made my way to the stair case that led to the towers.

Once I reached the top, I opened the door and peered in. I could see my brother Quasimodo working on his model of Paris. I tried to quietly sneak up behind him. "I know you're there." He said as he turned around. "Really? I thought that I was so quiet that time." "I'll admit that you were pretty hard to detect. It seems that the gypsies are rubbing off on you." He said jokingly. I giggled, wondering if that were actually true. I then walked over to Quasi to see his latest project. He lifted it up in his hand and proudly showed it to me. I was astonished with how well it turned out. "Do you like it?" he asked nervously. "I love it. It's absolutely beautiful, but why did you choose to carve mom?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Oh yeah? Try me." I challenged. He took a deep breath as if he were going to say something unbelievable. Before he told me, I already had a pretty good idea of what it was. "She came to me last night…in a dream." I was very curious as to what she talked to him about. Quasi continued his story. "I woke up sitting at my work station. I felt that I wasn't alone so I turned around and saw her." "What did happened.?"

"Nothing really. We got to talk and visit with each other for the first time in a long while. It wasn't until now that I truly realize how much I miss her; but it was probably just my imagination." He said as he looked down at the floor. "I doubt that it was. I also dreamt about her last night. She really helped me with a problem that I didn't even want to deal with." "And what problem might that be?" Quasi asked me. "She said that I have to tell father about Clopin. I am terrified of how he might react or what he might think of me. I can deal with him being furious with me, but the thing that will kill me would be him being disappointed in me. But if this is love, I have to take that risk." Before Quasi could respond, my father entered the room. There is no way that I could tell him here; I would have to do it at a better time.

As long as we were in each other's presence, I would have to plaster a smile on my face and pretend that I was the world's best daughter. My father was carrying his basket filled with our lunch like he did everyday. Quasi set out plates and cups on the small little table. We all sat down and did not say anything. I don't know if it was just me, but it seemed like there was a heavy feeling looming in the air. I couldn't quite tell what it exactly was. Surprisingly, my father had started a conversation. "Quasimodo, what have you been doing lately?" "Nothing special, I have just been doing my daily chores…Oh! Actually I have been working on a new piece for my Paris model." My father's looked at my brother with interest. "Really? May I see it?" Quasimodo happily got up and held the figure of mother out with pride. "O-of course it's not finished yet, but I am satisfied with how it came out." When my father set his eyes of the figure, his eyes softened. It amazed me to see my father in such a state. By the way he looked at it; you could tell that he probably loved my mother more than anything in the world. "It is very lovely. It's amazing how much detail you put into it for being so small when you last saw her." Quasi and I exchanged glances but said nothing. "Frances dear, what have you been doing lately?" The way he said this bothered me. It seemed like a casual statement, but I couldn't help hearing a kind of mocking tone behind it. I was at loss for words. I quickly said "I have not done anything special like Quasi has. I have just been going on with my daily life." The rest of the lunch was uncomfortably quiet. I couldn't possibly eat with everything going on.

Luckily, the lunch had ended early because it was interrupted by a situation at the Palace of Justice. I left soon after my father had. When I stepped out of the Cathedral, I remembered that Clopin had a surprise for me. My once fake smile turned into a generally happy smile. I looked around the square but could not find any sign of Clopin. I was almost out of hope when I thought that I should probably look for him in the Court of Miracles. It was unfortunate that I was already about to enter the cemetery when I finally realized that I was being followed. I slightly turned my head and noticed that it was a guard who had been trailing me. I instinctively touched my face to see if I had my mask on. I was confused to find that it wasn't there. There would have been no reason for a guard to follow me, knowing that I was the judge's daughter. Then it hit me. My father probably ordered one of his guards to keep an eye on me. I finally thought of what to do. I made my way through the cemetery as if by memory until I finally stopped at a tombstone that was more elaborate than the rest. I sat at my mother's grave and let the realization wash over me. What if fate had something to do with this twist of events? This must be the time for me to finally reveal the truth to my father…

Well this is where I am going to leave off. How do you guys like it so far? YES? NO? There are going to be some plot twists later on, but I hope you all are enjoying it. Until next time my HoND fans!