The city of Paris had awoke to the bells of Notre-Dame herself as if to call her followers to her steps, and the sun's glowing golden rays peered into the windows and alleyways of the people to make sure they woke them from their slumber.
The people that lay on the cold streets of Paris had awoke at the first chime of the bells as to find a good begging spot if any kind soul of the Paris people would offer them money, but as they woke they found some bread and grapes wrapped in white fabric that looked as if ripped from the garments of an old dress and what lay on top was the mark of the Angel - angel wings made of old tarnished parchment. Their torn and lost eyes searched around to see if they could find their cloaked savior only to be left in disappointment as she was no where to be seen, since they couldn't thank her face to face as thanks they prayed to the all holy God to protect and love their salvation....
Their Angel....
The Angel Of Paris.
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As the gleaming sun submerged the city of love in its beams of light, the figure in a dark cloak that everyone beloved and seemed to be searching for hurried to her sanctuary in the beloved church of Notre-Dame, as her duty to the people of Paris was complete until the next moring. Thankfully, no market carts, shops, or workshops were setting up or opening yet, making it a clear shot to Gods house without being spotted. She quickly scurried up the steps of Notre-Dame with her woven wooden basket on her hip and charcoal grey cloak covering her, as she pushes open the thick wooden doors of the Palace church they let out a horrid squeal like they haven't been opened in decades yet she ever so delicately closes it behind her as to not alert anyone in the church, at least she hoped. Without delay, she raced through the church and up the grey stone stairs to the bell-tower or to her, her home.
"Quasi? Quasi, where are you!" Her melodic voice echoed throughout the tower. She placed her basket next to the table of Quasi's wooden replica of Paris and the people in it. It was absolutely fantastic, the realism was incredible and the painting was stunning too. She carefully picked up the newest figurine on the table. It was the dress-maker, her already bright smile grew. She placed the figurine back down. "Quasi?" She called out again.
She unbuttoned the cloak from her neck and let the material fall to the floor. At last the golden rays of the morning light traced her sun-kissed skin of her body from the bottom of her worn black shoe's passing over her baby blue silk dress and outline the dimples, rosey pink lips, button nose and her one blue and one golden eyes of her heart shaped face and up to the very top of her head where her golden locks that flow in gentle waves down her back and end just above her rear. Her feet followed the sound of the voice of her brother and close friends.
"-colourful! Look! They are setting up a day earlier this year!' Quasi says as he leans over the stone balcony to look down at Paris Square.
"Careful Quasi! You could fall!" She exclaims as she walks faster to reach her brother before he falls from the very tall height of the church. Quasi let's out a chuckle as he turned around to greet the lovely soul that I'd his sister.
"Calm down, Angel! I'm careful!" He mocks her, to make her fear more for her brothers life he jumped up on the banister of the church and paced back and forth with his arms spread out like wings of a bird to balance himself.
She blew a raspberry at him and rolled her coloured eyes. She maneuvered her way around her teasing brother and laughing gargoyle friends and looked down towards the now colourful city centre. Banners of blue, red, pink and yellow wrapped around the houses and market place lighting up the place in joy and laughter, her white teeth glimmered in the sun as she stared down at the smiling and laughing Rommi people as they set up for their favourite time of the year; The Festival of Fools. The one time of year where it was peace between them and the menacing torture bestowed upon them and their beliefs by Minister Claude Frollo.
"How did the night go?" Victor asked as he hopped down from the tall ledge and stood next to her. Quasi followed Victor's lead and stood on the other side of her. She placed her arm around both and pulled them into her side for a hug while they wrapped their arm around her waist.
She shrugged her shoulders, permitting her hair to raise with her shoulders, making it look soft and fluffier in the days light. "Same as always, Victor, the poor were asleep when I gave them their food. Only a few children woke up this time -"
"Did you sing them to sleep?" Quasi questions with an excited gleam in his eyes, he always loved his sisters voice, whether she be singing or just talking he loved it, no matter what she sang it was always able to lull him to sleep in minutes and so he was happy that she was sharing one of her passions with the people of Paris or in this case the children of Paris.
She giggled and nodded, letting her arms fall from around her friends and letting them rest on the tone balcony. "Yes I did have to sing to put them to sleep, other than that it wasn't a very exciting night, I managed not to get spotted by the guards this time-" She remembered the first time she ever went out on the streets to help the poor, she was little back then only six or seven and Quasi would have been two or three, she was able to slip past the Cathedral door guards just fine but it was the street guards that caused her all sorts of trouble, they were everywhere, in every direction, in every corner and crack of the city, they were there for the Rommi's incase they stumbled upon some during the night but she ran into a few every couple of minutes, she would apologies and keep running to the poor in the alleyways until she stumbled into a specific guard that didn't want just an apology. Her breath became uneven like she ran a hundred miles, and she gripped her side like the pain was just there and more excruciating than when she received the beating. She let out a coughed to cover her different behavior. "-thank god."
"Did you run into any gypsies-" Hugo, one of her gargoyle friends, asked but was cut short.
"Rommi's? No... no I didn't. " She let out a sigh and turned her attention back to the bustling city below, as if wishing she could be down there doing absolutely anything. She heard Hugo get out a yelp as he was hit on the back of the head by Laverne, who let out 'You buffoon! You should know better!'. She ignored them as they bickered back and forth
Her angelic laughter rang out through the bell tower when she saw a little white goat headbutt the stomach of an armed guard that had a grip on one of the young female Rommi's. The guard let the arm of the young Rommi go as well as letting out a cry of pain and bending over to hold his stomach, the goat them went head first into the head of the guard making the guard do a little twirl before landing face first into a puddle of mud.
"My my my, what a lovely sound..." A croaky and unpleasant voice barked. The siblings let out a startled gasp. "Angeligue"
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Angel Of Paris
Fanfiction1482 Paris France. The people of Paris were losing hope. Judge Claude Frollo a cruel man with a hatred for love, joy but most of all the Rommi community, everyone feared him and feared what would happen to them if they did anything to disobey him, t...
