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Chapter 1: The secret Siren’s song
It was a cold winter night in Paris. Everyone lay asleep in there beds dreaming peacefully. All except for one man in particular.
Quasimodo tossed and turned in his sleep. Ever since his stepfather had died he had found it rather difficult to sleep. However lately for the past few nights at precisely midnight he was awoken by the sound of a beautiful voice that seamed to drift on the wind and unfortunately tonight was no exception.
"Ah ah, oh oh"
Quasimodo awoke startled and looked around. He sighed annoyed. "Its just the wind." He told himself as he tried to fall back asleep. However, a few minutes later he heard the singing again.
"Ah ah, oh oh"
He groaned in frustration as he tried to block out the sound, but it still had no effect. “What was this? Why was he hearing this?” He'd heard the same voice for the past few weeks and not just at night but during the daytime as well, and the strange thing was he was the only one who could hear it.
"Ah ah, oh oh oh oh"
Tired and annoyed he climbed up into the rafters so he could see out over the city. He saw no one. The streets were practically deserted “So…Who was singing?and why couldn’t they just leave him alone?!” And above all else why was he the only one who could here it? Was he crazy?
"Ah ah, oh oh"
"Ah ah, oh oh oh oh"
He sighed in frustration as he looked up at the night sky. "what do you want from me?” The voice replied yet again with its strange, haunting melody.
"I can hear you, but I won't"
"Some look for trouble"
"While others don't"
"There's a thousand reasons"
"I should go about my day"
"And ignore your whispers"
"Which I wish would go away"
"Oh, oh, oh"
He sang as he climbed down the ladder and back into his loft, the voice replying back.
"Ah ah, oh oh"
"Oh"
"Ah ah, oh oh oh"
"You're not a voice"
"You're just ringing in my ear"
"And if I heard you, which I don't"
"I'm spoken for I fear"
He sang as he walked over to his carvings table.
"Everyone I've ever loved is here within these city walls"
He sang as he picked up two carvings. One was of his friend Esmeralda the other was of Phoebus.
"I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls"
As he sang this a glowing ball of blue light appeared in the tower. “Was this…what had been calling him? It had to be!” Suddenly the glowing orb flew over the balcony and disappeared. Quasimodo threw his cloak on as he rushed down the stairs
He crept quietly toward the church door and peered outside. Should he go outside? Should he follow it?
"I've had my adventure; I don't need something new"
He sang timidly as he peered outside. Suddenly he was pushed by something invisible and he fell, the orb rushed past him. “I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you” He sang as he jumped to his feet and ran out into the snow to chase after it .
"Into the unknown"
"Into the unknown"
The orb surprised him as the strange spirit took the form of a horse and dove into the already frozen seine river. He chased after it as he walked out onto the ice.
"Into the unknownnnnnn!"
"Ah ah, oh oh"
"Ah ah, oh oh, oh"
He looked around as he stood on the frozen river. Where did it go. He sighed
"What do you want?"
"Cause you've been keeping me awake"
"Are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake?"
"Or are you someone out there who's a little bit like me?"
"Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be."
He sang as he looked at his distorted reflection in the ice. Suddenly he saw a glowing light underneath the ice and chased after it.
"Every day's a little harder"
"As I feel your power grow"
"Don't you know there's part of me
"That longs to gooooo!"
As he sang the light disappeared and he stopped in the middle of the frozen river. “Where did it go?” Suddenly the ice cracked underneath him, and he fell into the water. He almost drowned when he felt something catch him.
He opened his eyes only to realize he was siting on top of a horse. But not just any horse the horse was mad of…ice!
"Into the unknown"
"Into the unknown"
The horse carried him to the snowy shore of the river and dove back into the water. Suddenly a gust of wind swirled around him carrying snowflakes through the sky.
"Into the unknownnnnnn!"
He sang as he chased after the snowflakes. The voice growing louder and louder
"Ah ah, ah ah"
"Ah ah, ah ah"
Suddenly the spirit appeared in front of him. It begin to swirl around him faster and faster.
"Oh, oh, oh"
"Are you out there?"
"Do you know me?"
"Can you feel me?"
"Can you show me?"
As he sang the spirt swirled around him faster and faster creating clouds of icy mist. It almost looks like a miniature snow storm. When the clouds fade nothing seems to have changed except….Quasimodo's hair…had turned pure white!
He raised a hand in awe, a cloud of icy mist leaked from his palm. He raised his other hand shocked as he some how created a perfect snowflake with his strange new powers.
The spirit begins it song again and he sings along.
"Ah ah ah ah"
"Ah ah ah ah"
"Ah ah ah ah"
"Ah ah ah ah"
He threw out his right hand creating a spiraling cloud of icy mist.
"Ah ah ah ah"
"Ah ah ah ah"
He threw out his left hand creating the same cloud of intricate icy mist before it eventually disappeared .
"Ah Ah Ah Ah"
"Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah!"
He soon noticed that the spirit was starting to leave. Wait! He shouted as he ran after it.
"Where are you going?"
"Don't leave me alone"
He sang running faster. Finally he managed to chase it out onto a hill as it disappeared completely. “No! Wait, come back!” He shouted
"How do I…follow you!”
"Into the unknownnnnnnnnnn!"
He coughs suddenly feeling tired and week as he falls to the ground. He falls into a deep sleep the cold wind blowing around him. A while later he heard voices. "Phoebus, I found him, he over here!" He blacks out and a few hours later he hears his name being called.
"Quasimodo. Quasimodo." He opens his eyes to see Esmeralda staring down at him. He looked around confused and unsure of where he was. “What…..What happened? Where am I?” Esmeralda frowned "That's what were wondering." Phoebus replied from behind Esmeralda.
“Your freezing! Come on lets get you back to the bell tower.” Esmeralda said helping him up. Quasimodo reluctantly obeyed as he got to his feet. His friends helped him back to the church. " Quasimodo, what happened what were you doing outside?" "I….I don't know." I cant remember.
“Good question…What was he doing outside?” Quasimodo shook his head. “Why can’t I remember?!” "More importantly what happened to your hair?" Phoebus asked. “What do you mean?…What's wrong with my hair?!" Esmeralda took a small mirror from a nearby table and handed it to him.
His eyes widened in disbelief! M-My hair I…It turned...It turned white! "Technically its more of a platinum blonde-not helping Phoebus!” Esmeralda said elbowing her husband in the ribs. “Oww. What! What did I say?”
"H-How did this happen?" We don't know. That's why were asking you? Quasi, please… what happened out there?” Quasimodo looked at the worried faces of his friends and shook his head frustrated.
I-I can remember. I'm sorry. "Its not your fault." Esmeralda said soothingly. Get some rest my friend you look like you could use it.”
”Wait! But what about my hair? It should change back eventually. Give it time.” Esmeralda said trying to ease her friends worry.
She followed her husband down the stairs as she looked back at her friend. Whatever had happened to her friend seemed…..It seemed almost magical. She remembered her grandmother telling her stories of magic when she was a girl.
Quasimodo was like a little brother to her. Or a cousin considering Clopan's sister was his mother or at least that's what he always said. But she felt as if he weren't being completely honest. What was her adopted father hiding.