Church Choir: Olim
Olim Deus accelere
Hoc sæculum splendidum
Accelere fiat venire olim

Clopin: Morining in Paris, the city awakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
To the big bells as loud as the thunder
To the little bells soft as a psalm
And some say the soul of the city's
The toll of the bells
The bells of Notre Dame

Children gathered around Clopin's puppet cart to listen to his story as Notre Dame's bells songs filled the air.

Clopin: Listen, they're beautiful no?
So many colours of sound, so many changing moods
Because you know, they do not ring all by the themselves

Puppet: They don't?

Clopin: No silly boy
Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower
Lives a mysterious bell ringer

Clopin: Who is this strange creature?

Puppet: Who?

Clopin: What is she?

Puppet: What?

Clopin: How did she come to be there?

Puppet: How?

Clopin: Hush, and Clopin will tell you
It is a tale, a tale of two women and a monster

Quasimoda rang the church bells as was her duty from a young age alongside her older sister til Y/n left to defend Paris from the battlefield for four long years time. Quasimoda jumped from her perch to the floor below to limp outside to the balcony which held her gargoyle friends and a of age baby bird.

Quasimoda: "Good morning, little one." She said gently as the baby bird awoke from it's sleep chirping. "Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly?" She asked put was met with sad chirps. "You sure? Good day to try." She said honestly before gently taking the baby bird from it's nest and into her hands. "Why, if-if I picked the day to fly, oh, this would be it. The festival of fools." She said while looking over the balcony to see the townspeople preparing the festival as the bird chirps nervously. "It will be fun with jugglers and-and-and music and dancing." She said honestly as she encouraged the baby bird to flap it's wings before slowly letting go to watch the baby flying as she laughed happily. "Go on. Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever." She said softly as she watched the bird fly away with it's new flock sadly til feathers were spat out into the air.

Hugo: "Oh, man! I thought he'd never leave! I'll be spitting feathers for a week." A chubby gargoyle spoke up as a slimmer one awoken next.

Victor: "Well, that's what you get for sleeping with your mouth open." A sophisticated voice spoke up.

Hugo: "Go scare a nun. Hey, Quasi, what's going on out there? A fight? A flogging?" He asked.

Victor: "A festival."

Hugo: "You mean the feast of fools?" He asked as Quasimoda nodded feeling let down. "Alright, all right! Pour the wine and cut the cheese."

Victor: "It is a treat to watch the colorful pageantry of the simple peasant folk."

Hugo: "Boy, nothing like balcony seats for watching the ol' f.o.f."

Quasimoda: "Yeah, watching." She said sadly as she walked away from her stony friends and back into the cathedral to her bedroom and crafting area.

Hugo: "Oh, look... a mime." He said about to hack a loogie down to the ground before Victor stopped him. "Hey, hey, hey what gives?"

Victor: "Aren't you going to watch the festival with us? Perhaps she's sick."

Laverne: "Impossible. If twenty years of listening to you two hasn't made her or Y/n sick by now, nothing will." She spoke up.

Victor: "Watching the festival of fools has always been the highlight of the year for Quasimoda."

Laverne: "What good is watching the party if you never get to go? And it's been four years now since Y/n has been away, She's not made of stone, like us." She said while they hop into the cathedral after Quasimoda.

Inside of the Bell Tower

Quasimoda walked towards her crafting table which held a life sized model of the village square even the villagers and her family. She gently picked up a wooden figurine of her older sister that she had made before she left home as Laverne patted her back gently.

Laverne: "Quasi, what's wrong? You want to tell old laverne all about it?" She questioned worried.

Quasimoda: "I-- I just don't feel like watching the festival, that's all." She said honestly towards the old she-gargoyle.

Laverne: "Well, did you ever think of going there, instead?" She asked the young hunchback woman.

Quasimoda: "Sure. But I'd never fit in out there. I'm not.... normal like Y/n." She said honestly as Hugo, Victor and Laverne looked at her softly.

Victor: "As your friends and guardians while Y/n is away, we insist you attend the festival. It would be a veritable potpourri of educational experience for you."

Quasimoda: "Thanks for the encouragement of you all. But you're all forgetting one big thing." She said honestly.

Victor, Hugo and Laverne: "What?"

Quasimoda: "My mistress and aunt, Claudette Frollo." She said honestly as her friends tried to come up with solutions on how she could attend the festivities below the bell tower. "Never ever. And she hates the feast of fools. She'd be furious if I asked to go." She said while her friends talked her into going by sneaking out until she was face to face with her aunt Claudette Frollo.

Claudette Frollo was now an old pious woman who longed to rid the world of vice and sin including gyspies. She saw corruption everywhere except within her own soul and her oldest niece, Y/n whom she nicknamed Purest Angel as a child. She truly loved her eldest niece as if she were her own daughter so she had taught Y/n everything about being a proper noble lady of status as well letting her train to become a soldier to in sixteen Y/n's words.

Y/n: "To defend Notre Dame and my sister, I will be both their sword and shield from all danger."

Frollo: "Good morning, Quasimoda. Dear girl, whomever are you talking to?" She asked in a firm and soft voice as she held a basket that contained her niece's lunch for the day.

Quasimoda: "My friends, Mistress." She said honestly as Frollo knocked onto Victor's stone head.

Frollo: "I see. And what are your friends made of, Quasimoda?" She questioned while her niece answered her stone before she tilted her chin up to look at her. "Can stone talk?" She questioned while Quasimoda said no. "That's right. You're a smart lass, now, lunch before I give you, your sister's new letter." She said sitting down as Quasimoda got the goblets and plates for the food while she took out a bible from the basket. "Shall we review your alphabet today?" She asked before pouring water into the goblets then began reviewing til she heard the word festival come from her misshapen niece's mouth. "Excuse me? You said, festival. You are thinking about going to the festival." She said disappointed by her own blood.

Quasimoda: "It's just you go every year, mistress."

Frollo: "I am a public official, I must go. But I don't enjoy a single moment. Thieves and cutpurses, the dregs of humankind, all mixed together in a shallow, drunken stupor." She said honestly while angrily as she walked out along the cathedrals balconies with Quasimoda behind her.

Quasimoda: "I didn't mean to upset you, mistress." She said sadly as she walked towards Claudette.

Frollo: "Quasimoda, can't you understand? When my young brother, Jehan passed on and your mother died in childbirth. He pleaded with me to take your dear sister and you in as my own children. Anyone else but your sister would have drowned you and this is my thanks for raising you both up as my daughters." She said honestly as a melancholy look over took her face thinking about her dear brother whom was led astray.

Quasimoda: "I'm sorry, madame." She said honestly as Frollo gently ruffled her auburn hair.

Frollo: "Oh, my dear Quasimoda. You don't know what's it's like out there. I do. I do as does your belove sister, Y/n." She said honestly before she began to sing out.

Frollo: "The world is cruel, The world is wicked
It's I and your sister alone whom you can trust in this whole city." She stated seriously while looking out onto Paris. "I am one of your only friend. I who keep you both, teach you both, feed you both, dress you both. I and your sister who look upon you without fear." She sang out clearly before walking back towards the cathedral. "How can I protect you, girl, unless you always stay in here, Away in here."

Claudette and Quasimoda walked throughout the cathedral together as they talked/sang out towards Quasimoda's craftsman table and bedroom loft.

Frollo: "Remember what I taught you, Quasimoda." She said before singing again. "You are deformed."

Quasimoda: (I am deformed)

Frollo: And you are ugly

Quasimoda: (And I am ugly)

Frollo: And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity, You do not comprehend!

Quasimoda: You are one of my defenders

Frollo: Out there they'll revile you as a monster

Quasimoda: (I am a monster)

Frollo: Out there they will hate, And scorn and jeer

Quasimoda: (Only a monster)

Frollo: Why invite their calumny and consternation? Stay in here.

Frollo moved some of the wooden figurines the townspeople aside to place the basket then contained Quasimoda's meal.

Frollo: Be faithful to me

Quasimoda: (I'm faithful)

Frollo: Grateful to me

Quasimoda: (I'm grateful)

Frollo reached out taking Quasimoda's figurine of herself from her niece's hand as she held the figure of her eldest sister, Y/n. Frollo gently placed Quasimoda's figurine onto the model of Notre Dame.

Frollo: Do as I say. Obey and...

Quasimoda: (I'll Stay in here)

Frollo: "In here." She sang out firmly as she gave Quasimoda Y/n's letter.

Quasimoda: "You are good to me, Mistress. I am sorry.

Frollo: "You are forgiven. But, remember, Quasimoda. This is Y/n's and your sanctuary." She said honestly before leaving Quasimoda alone once more.

Quasimoda: "Our sanctuary?....." She whispered softly once she was alone before reading her sister's letter.

Y/n's Letter: Dearest, Quasi, I shall return home before the festival of fools has began. No longer shall I fair the fields of battle but return to you and our sanctuary of Notre Dame.

P.s, My sweet little flower. Do not let Aunt Claudette call you those horrible words and take a risk for once in your life. I'll see you out there at the festival of fools, let Victor, Hugo and Laverne help you sneak out of Notre Dame.

With all my love, Y/n Frollo.

Quasimoda set Y/n's letter aside on her table as she looked up at the ramparts and bells then began to sing.

Quasimoda: Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone.

Quasimoda looked down at the village square as they prepared to festivities for the feast of fools. While memories flashed through her mind of her and Y/n watching the festival every year as children from the cathedral's stone balconies.

Quasimoda: Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here now alone

Quasimoda walked back into her loft and fixed her figurines and set up the one of her sister outside the square before she took her own figurine from the model of Notre Dame to place it beside Y/n's that held a kind smile, long h/c hair and wore a white dress.

Quasimoda: Hungry for the histories they show me
All my life I memorize their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life, I wonder. How it feels to pass a day
Not above them, But part of them!

Quasimoda walked back towards the balconies and began climbing through the architecture of the grand cathedral to met up with Victor, Hugo and Laverne.

Quasimoda: And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one
To hold forever
Out there
Where they all live unaware
What I'd give, What I'd dare
Just to live one day out there!

Memories flash by her mind of Y/n showing Quasimoda what she learned from her own lessons from their aunt from sewing, cooking, even her swordplay. Y/n's words before she left to the battlefield echoed in her memories.

Quasimoda: Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them
Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin
I'd treasure ev'ry instant!

Y/n: "You'll be out there, one day my dear sister and if not then I'll sneak you out when I come back. I love you, my perfect little sister. You are not deformed, ugly nor a monster and people will see that one day as I see you."

Quasimoda: Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I'll be content
With my share
Won't resent
Won't despair
Old and bent
I won't care
I'll have spent
One day
Out there!

Townspeople: Come one, come all

Leave your looms and milking stools
Coop the hens and pen the mules

Come one, come all
Close the churches and the schools
It's the day for breaking rule
Come and join the Feast of -

Clopin: - Fools!

Quasimoda: Out here -

Townspeople: So exciting! The colors, crowds, and smells

Quasimoda: Out here -

Townspeople: Where it's twice as noisy as the bells

Quasimoda: Somehow
I can wander through this
Helter-skelter without fear now
No one sees I'm here now
Out here in the world

Clopin: Once a year we throw a party
Here in town
Once a year we turn all Paris
Upside down
Every woman's a queen
And every king's a clown
Once again, it's Topsy Turvy day

It's the day the devil in us gets released
It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest
Everything is topsy turvy
At the Feast of Fools

Townspeople: Topsy Turvy

Clopin: Beat the drums and blow the trumpets

Townspeople: Topsy turvy!

Clopin & Townspeople: Join the bums and thieves and strumpets. Streaming in from Chartres to Calais

Clopin: Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
On the 6th of Janu-ervy

Clopin: All because it's Topsy Turvy Day

Y/n: Into this crowd strode a young cavalier: Captain Y/n la Frollo, at your service

Villagers: Whose charming manner and seductive swagger, could not quite conceal the haunted look in her eyes

Y/n: "Returned to Paris, just back from the front

Paris Bachelors: "One of those beautiful ladies to whom all the boys take a liking.~"

Y/n: "Thank you, monsieurs." She said before curtsying slight in her golden dress and light blue cloak then looked at her map of Paris confused by the new street names while one of her hands held her mare's reins named Athena. "Ugh, you leave town for a couple decades and they change everything..." She sighed softly before putting away the map to walk along the cobblestone street. Her e/c eyes scanned through the marketplace seeing things that she wished to buy for herself and her sister; Quasimoda. She caught sight of a pair of guards as she spoke up. "Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm looking for Palace of Justice. Would you-- Mmm. I guess not." She groaned slightly annoyed as the soldiers of Paris disregarded her as a regular villager before she began walking as well singing out.

Y/n: Four years at the front
Get the woman a zest
For a little rest
And recreation
For the chance to hunt
For the spiciest in the way of rest and recreation!

Y/n looked over at a few young suitors her age whom were looking at her beauty that she inherited from her parents. She winked at the men before smiling sweetly and walked on stopping at a dress shop after buying a bottle of fine wine, cheese, a fresh baguette and paints into one of her saddlebags.

Y/n: Give me your boys of pleasure
Your grapes of merlot
Show me you wares and measure
One large sample!
Sample them at my liesure
This three day furlough
Should be ample

She looked through the dresses of fine silk, satin, and velvet to look at a beautiful white one trimmed with golden tread and crimson accents before buying it for herself and some luxurious fabric to make a dress for Quasimoda.

Y/n: I have bore the brunt of a soldier's test
Now I've made my way where I get to play at rest and recrea..." She said before flashbacks of the battlefields she fought on swept through her mind. "Four years at the front, Four years at the front!"

Soliders: Cannon fodder lying in the field below the castle
Is this the third week or the fourth week of the siege
The air filled with the stench
Of bodies in a trench
Whoever pays the most I call my liege
Summoned here to Paris now, I'm far away from battle
From clotting blood and rotting wounds of dead and dying men.

Y/n and the Soliders: And whatever I do, I'll make sure this is true!....

Y/n: "I will never go back again!" She shouted out from her traumatic experience while gripping the hilt of her sword on her belt before a bachelor flirted with her with a red rose.

Y/n: Darling to be blunt
You are with the best
That's why i am blessed
With this promotion
I've been working hard
Now i'm gonna be
Captain of the guard
Ain't that a notion?
Like other true knights
I've got ambition
But for a few nights
Fun is my mission
So what do you say?
Care to share a day?
Of rest and recreation!

Y/n laughed softly before she walked down the street as a mother and daughter crossed into her path to a corner of the village where travelling gyspies performed.

Mother: "Stay away, child. They're gypsies. I'll steal us blind."

The mother said towards her daughter as Y/n looked over at the music and giggled sweetly watching a pet goat dancing along with the music as it played through the air. Y/n reached into her coin purse and took out two gold coins then tossed them into a purple hat for the gypsies earnings then the goat nuzzled up against her leg as she gently petted it's head.

Y/n: "Your so adorable, little one." She said honestly before looking up at whom was dancing while playing the tambourine as her eyes widened slightly to see a handsome rogue of a gypsy man looking directly at her then winked at her thus making her cheeks flush lightly. "Oh, dear mother of god." She whispered softly before a sharp whistle cut through the air and the gypsies gasped out and started to run away until the young man stopped to get the gold he earned today only for the soldiers to stop him.

Soldier One: "All right, gypsy. Where'd you get the money?" One of the soldiers questioned.

Gyspy Man: "For your information, I earned it." He said seriously in a deep voice as Y/n alongside the other townspeople watched what was happening in front of them.

Soldier One: "Gypsies don't earn money." He said the second soldier grabbed onto the gypsy man's shoulders.

Soldier Two: "They steal it." He said seriously as Y/n glared at the soldiers not approving of their treatment.

Gypsy Man: "You'd know a lot about stealing." He said seriously as the first soldier tried to take his earnings away from him.

Soldier One: "Troublemaker, eh?" He questioned only to get kicked in the jaw by the gypsy man then was held back by both soldiers.

Soldier Two: "Maybe a day in the stocks will cool ya down." He threatened before the goat headbutted and kicked both soldiers onto the ground for the gyspy man to ran away pass Y/n as she smiled at the man.

Soldier One: "Come back here, gyspy!" He shouted out angrily as Y/n quickly pulled Athena's reins in the path way for the soldiers to ran into the beasts block and one guard fell into the mud on the cobblestone street.

Y/n: "Athena, sit." She commanded her mare whom instantly obeyed sitting on the mustached soldier making him scream out in shock. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry." She sarcastically said as the townspeople watching laughed. "Naughty horse! Naughty!" She joked before leaning against her mare's saddle. "She's just impossible. Really, I can't take her anywhere." She joked on while unknowingly to her the Gyspy man and his pet goat were watching her in astonishment before running away.

Soldier One: "Get this thing off me!" He pleaded in pain as the second guard looked down at Y/n.

Soldier Two: "I'll teach you a lesson, peasant!" He shouted out drawing his dagger as the crowd gasped

Y/n: Looked at the dagger before immediately drawing her golden hilt sword from it's sheath with a bit of flair. "You were saying... Lieutenant?" She asked coyly as the sun shined on her family's golden crest brooch on her cloak.

Soldier Two: "Oh, c-c-captain!" He stammered in recognition as he saluted her but forgot about his dagger which clanged against his helmet. "Ow! At your service, madame!"

Y/n: Smirked knowingly before looking down at the moustached guard and pointed her blade downwards into the puddle easily slicing off half of the guard's moustache as she knelt down to speak. "I know you have a lot on your mind right now, but the palace of justice?" She asked before the duo of guards escorted her to the palace.

Soliders One & Two: "Make way for the captain!" Go on, make way!" "Make way!" They holler out to the townspeople.

Y/n walked behind the guards before noticing four gold coins at her feet and picked them up then looked over at a 'old beggar man' smoking from a pipe as she walked towards the beggar, she dropped the coins into the hat beside him.

Y/n: "May God bless you, wise one." She said kindly before sheathing her sword and followed after the soldiers.

Guards One and Two: "Everybody out of the way! You, make way for the captain! Make way! Make way, now!" They shouted out as the 'old beggar man' was revealed to be the gyspy man and his pet goat from earlier.

Y/n: "Come on, girl! Athena, heel!" She commanded as her horse snorted softly while they walked towards the palace of justice and the guards led her to the dungeons. Her ears were meet with the cracks of whips before seeing her aunt Claudette Frollo the Lady of the Palace of Justice.

Frollo: "Stop." She told the dungeon master whom stopped whipping the accused.

Dungeon Master: "Madame?" He salutes her.

Frollo: "Ease up. Wait between lashes. Otherwise the old sting will dull him to the new." She said seriously while Y/n walked towards her aunt with a disapproving glare til she was in her sight.

Dungeon Master: "Yes, Madame." He said before going back to work as Frollo looked up to see her beloved niece.

Frollo: "Ah, so my belove young lady is now a gallant captain Y/n, home from the wars. Captain, welcome to the Cathedral Guard at last."

Y/n: "I'm grateful for the opportunity to serve you, my ladyship." She said seriously as she held her hands behind her back in a disciplined manner. "Reporting for duty, as ordered, Madam."

Frollo: "Your service record precedes you, Y/n. I expect nothing but the best from a war heroine of your caliber." She spoke honestly towards her eldest niece.

Y/n: "And you shall have it, Madam. I guarantee it." She vowed honestly.

Frollo: "Yes. You know, my last captain of the guard was a bit of a disappointment to me but I have no doubt my own blood will disappoint me." She said honestly as a crack of the whip and a man's screams filled the air. "Well, no matter. I'm sure you'll whip my men into shape." She joked before Frollo and Y/n walked through the palace of justice together. Except this time Y/n was in her new armor that gleamed as the golden sun and her light blue cloak attached to the back.

Y/n: "Uh, thank you. It's a tremendous honor, Madam." She said while hissing softly in horror at a flogged man's back before following after her aunt.

Frollo: "Your early arrival is most auspicious. The pestilence of these gypsies grows more dangerous every day. It will take a firm hand to save the weak-minded from being easily mislead." She said honestly til they were alone.

Y/n: Looked at her aunt confused and asked her. "Misled, Madam?"

Frollo: "Look, my pure angel. Gypsies. The gypsies live outside of the normal order. Their Heathen ways inflame the people's lowest instincts and they must be stopped." She said seriously before placing a  hand onto the  stonework of the balcony.

Y/n: "I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune-tellers and palm readers? I don't understand, Aunt Claudette." She said honestly

Frollo: "My dear, Purest angel listen to my words well. The real war is what you see before you. For twenty years, I have been taking care of the gyspies, one by one" She said seriously while crushing three ants on the stone balcony railing. "And yet, for all my success, they have thrived." She said before lifting up the piece of loose stone to reveal a nest of ants underneath. "I believe they have a safe haven within the walls of this very city. A nest, if you will. They call it the Court of Miracles." She said honestly before laughing slyly.

Y/n: "What are we going to do about it, Madam?" She questioned before her aunt violently pressed the stone back into place upside down and crushed the nest of ants to show what will happen. "You make your point quite vividly, Madam." She said while inside she felt disgusted by her aunt's cruelty to harm the innocent travelers.

Frollo: "You know, You've grown up beautifully, my dear. Suitors will flock to you quickly, Shall we?" She said honestly before singing out. "Captain you and I have a task we share, Stopping them and thier proliferation, Paris looks to us!"

Y/n: (To us!)

Frollo: To rid her streets of crime

Y/n: (To rid her streets of crime)

Frollo & Y/n: This is war and thus, There is no time...for rest and recreation!

Frollo: Gently hugged her armor clad niece happy to have her back home safe and sound til the cheering crowds for the festival of fools broke the silence. "Oh, duty calls. Time for you to attend your first peasant festival, Y/n." She said honestly while they walked through the palace. "This should be quite an education for you. Come along, purest angel."

Claudette said as she boarded her carriage and Y/n mounted her mare Athena firmly then put her helmet onto her long and luxurious h/c hair. Y/n looked over at Notre Dame in the distance hoping that her dear sister, Quasimoda took her chance to attend the festival as well.

4646 words everyone, woo! First official chapter is up!