(All of which lead us to this
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“After all, we’re only made of stone,”accused Victor, as he turned away and returned to stone.
“But we thought you were made of something stronger,” Laverne agreed before also turning away and solidifying.
“They are right, Quasimodo.” Came the voice of the Star Ranger from behind him. “The question is what you choose to do now. To show you are stronger than what Frollo believes, or stand aside and let him kill Phoebus and Esmeralda as he did your mother.”
“Frollo? My mother?”
“Not in the way I think you are thinking. But Esmeralda is not the first woman Frollo has summarily executed. But she can be… the first who survives if you choose to let me help.”
“Yes. Even if it costs my life, my immortal soul. I choose for Esmeralda to live, even if she loves another.” All around him came a sudden surge of air, accompanied by a ringing sound similar, yet different from the bells that had surrounded him his whole life even as the chains that bound him fell away.
“So, you choose to be a man. Hang on to me. It is time the two of us get down there and deal with the REAL monster, my friend.”
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Esmeralda struggled not to breath in the smoke of the burning straw that surrounded her. She had a memory that doing so killed more gypsies than anything the so-called minister of justice… what was this she heard? It sounded like something large was falling towards the scaffolding of her execution. Then there was a loud bang that threw her, and the post she was chained to clear of the fires and allowed clean air into abused lungs.
“and he does a perfect IRON MAN” a voice unfamiliar to her chortled. “End of the line, Quasi. Get her to safety.”
“Safety? Is there anywhere safe?” That was a voice Esmeralda recognized. Quasimodo, the bell ringer of the cathedral. The kind soul whom she intervened to redeem from her mistake back at the Festival, and whom had saved her in return.
“Yes. Inside the cathedral. Sanctuary, Quasimodo! Take her to Sanctuary!” Strong arms gathered Esmeralda up, strong legs leaping to carry her away, while that unfamiliar voice screamed out once more; “CLAUDE FROLLO! STAND FORTH AND BE JUDGED YOU SANTIMONIUS SUMMBITCH!”
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“After all, we’re only made of stone,”accused Victor, as he turned away and returned to stone.
“But we thought you were made of something stronger,” Laverne agreed before also turning away and solidifying.
“They are right, Quasimodo.” Came the voice of the Star Ranger from behind him. “The question is what you choose to do now. To show you are stronger than what Frollo believes, or stand aside and let him kill Phoebus and Esmeralda as he did your mother.”
“Frollo? My mother?”
“Not in the way I think you are thinking. But Esmeralda is not the first woman Frollo has summarily executed. But she can be… the first who survives if you choose to let me help.”
“Yes. Even if it costs my life, my immortal soul. I choose for Esmeralda to live, even if she loves another.” All around him came a sudden surge of air, accompanied by a ringing sound similar, yet different from the bells that had surrounded him his whole life even as the chains that bound him fell away.
“So, you choose to be a man. Hang on to me. It is time the two of us get down there and deal with the REAL monster, my friend.”
* * * * * * * *
Esmeralda struggled not to breath in the smoke of the burning straw that surrounded her. She had a memory that doing so killed more gypsies than anything the so-called minister of justice… what was this she heard? It sounded like something large was falling towards the scaffolding of her execution. Then there was a loud bang that threw her, and the post she was chained to clear of the fires and allowed clean air into abused lungs.
“and he does a perfect IRON MAN” a voice unfamiliar to her chortled. “End of the line, Quasi. Get her to safety.”
“Safety? Is there anywhere safe?” That was a voice Esmeralda recognized. Quasimodo, the bell ringer of the cathedral. The kind soul whom she intervened to redeem from her mistake back at the Festival, and whom had saved her in return.
“Yes. Inside the cathedral. Sanctuary, Quasimodo! Take her to Sanctuary!” Strong arms gathered Esmeralda up, strong legs leaping to carry her away, while that unfamiliar voice screamed out once more; “CLAUDE FROLLO! STAND FORTH AND BE JUDGED YOU SANTIMONIUS SUMMBITCH!”
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children