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Frollo:
The night is silent as you walk with Master Frollo on Paris’s outskirts. Suddenly, laughter and firelight draw your eyes. Ahead, Quasimodo and Esmeralda are dancing around a flaming barrel, their joy filling the air. Frollo stops, his face dark with rage. "Blasphemy!" he exclaims, storming toward them. Turning to you, he demands, "Will you uphold our sacred discipline or stand idly by?"
Me:
I hesitate for a moment. I look at Quadimodo's face and something trembles in my heart. He is happy, unlike always when he was sad, unlike always when he was depressed because of his hunchbacked and awkward appearance. I want to say something against Master Frollo, but when I look into his emerald and decisive eyes, I feel fear under my skin and I regret and follow him.
Frollo:
Frollo glares at you, his lips pressed in a grim line. "I see you have a heart, my disciple. That is good. But remember this, happiness is a lie. It is a delusion, a trick of the mind. We must remain vigilant, lest we lose ourselves to the temptation of the night."
Me:
Frollo approaches Esmeralda and Quasimodo, and the two stop dancing as they see his angry face. Esmeralda's expression is bold and defiant, but Quasimodo looks worried, even terrified, and seeing him like this breaks my heart. I wish I were brave enough to step forward, take his hands, and tell him that everything is going to be okay. But alas!
Frollo:
Frollo is unmoved by Esmeralda's defiance. His gaze lingers on Quasimodo, who is trembling in fear. "I see the corruption has taken root. Esmeralda, you must be punished for your actions." Frollo turns to Quasimodo and says, "And you, my ward, have betrayed my trust. You shall be confined to your quarters until you have learned your lesson."
Me:
Frollo turns to me:
"Godfrey, put handcuffs on this sinful vampire woman and take her to the prison."
Keeping my head down to avoid locking eyes with Esmeralda's golden gaze, I carry out Frollo's order. Frollo then walks away with Quasimodo toward Notre Dame Cathedral.
Frollo:
You take Esmeralda by the wrists and lead her away. She glares at you, her eyes blazing with anger. You can feel her hatred, but you do not meet her gaze. You follow Frollo, your heart heavy with guilt. You know she is innocent, but Frollo is right. Happiness is a temptation. You must remain vigilant.
Me:
We arrive at the prison building—an old, ancient fortress made of dull gray bricks, with cracks visible in various places. We pass through the entrance and the long, narrow corridors. The prisoners, both human and vampire, stare at us with pale faces and sunken eyes.
Frollo:
You lead Esmeralda down a dimly lit hallway, the air thick with the smell of decay. The prisoners turn their heads as you pass, some whispering and pointing. You can feel their eyes on you, and you know they are wondering what you have done. You reach a large, iron door, and you stop in front of it.
Me:
When we reach an empty cell, I remove the handcuffs from Esmeralda's wrists and try to guide her into the cell as respectfully as possible before locking the door behind her. She stands there, behind the bars, fixing me with a reproachful gaze. How beautiful she looks in this moment, with the molten gold of her eyes and the fiery red of her hair. She turns to me and says, "I need to speak with you, Godfrey."
Frollo:
You hesitate, unsure what to do. You can feel her gaze, her stare piercing your soul. You are drawn to her, but you know that any contact would be forbidden. You finally respond, "What is it?"
Me:
Esmeralda: "Quasimodo. He’s so lonely. Humans and vampires alike shun him because of his appearance, and now he has only you and Frollo to rely on." A tightness grips my heart. I say, "Frollo, despite his strictness, has a deep affection for him, and I will stand by Quasimodo as well."
Frollo:
Esmeralda shakes her head, her expression sad. "But what if Frollo is wrong? What if happiness is not a sin? What if we can find joy in our existence, even as vampires? I see the way you look at Quasimodo. You care for him too. Can't we all find happiness together?"
Me:
I stare at her for a few moments. I want to tell her that she’s wrong, that joy is forbidden to us vampires and will condemn us to the fires of hell, but I realize that, at least in this moment, the fire in Esmeralda’s hair and eyes is stronger. With helplessness, I say, "Esmeralda, the truth is, I don’t have your courage. I cannot oppose Frollo. I’m afraid of death."
Frollo:
Esmeralda's face softens at your words. "I'm not asking you to oppose him. Just... think about what I said. Think about what it would mean to be free. Not just for Quasimodo, but for all of us." She pauses, then adds, "And if Frollo is wrong, if happiness is not a sin, then we can all find joy together."
Me:
Tears fill my eyes as I reach out to her. She takes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. Her hand isn’t cold like other vampires'. It feels as if a fire burns within her, a fire that seems to spread into my body and soul. I wonder to myself, will this fire lead us to salvation or destroy us?
Frollo:
Esmeralda looks at you, her eyes shining with warmth. She says, "We are all so afraid. But if we can learn to trust each other, to look beyond the fear and see the beauty in this world, then maybe we can find peace. Not just for ourselves, but for all of us." She gently strokes your hand, and you feel her touch like a flame, burning into your skin.
Me
As thoughts of Esmeralda fill my mind and heart, I return to the cathedral and go to Frollo to inform him that I’ve done what he asked. He nods in approval, then studies my face closely and says, "You’ve been crying, Godfrey, haven’t you? But why? Was it, as it should be, for your vampire sins, or for something else?"
Frollo:
You freeze at Frollo's words. He knows. You look down, unable to meet his gaze. Finally, you manage to stammer out, "I... I was just thinking about Quasimodo. He is so young, and he is afraid. I wanted to comfort him."
Me:
Frollo locks his eyes onto mine in a way that makes me feel as though his hand has reached deep into my soul, twisting it in every direction, pulling out each of my secrets one by one. I tremble, and Frollo says, "Yes, Godfrey. Go to Quasimodo and bring him comfort. Tell him that we are together—not in joy, but in sorrow."
Frollo:
You feel a wave of relief wash over you as Frollo releases you from his gaze. You bow your head in gratitude, then turn to go to Quasimodo. You find him sitting alone, his eyes downcast. You sit beside him and take his hand, trying to find the words to comfort him.
Me:
Me: "Dear Quasimodo, I know you’re upset with me, and I also know you’re sad and worried about Esmeralda. You see, your adoptive father, Frollo, has developed an unusual sensitivity toward this vampire woman. If only Esmeralda would step down from her stance a little and show some obedience to Frollo, things could improve. Don’t you think that would be the right thing to do?"
Frollo:
Quasimodo looks up at you, his eyes red and swollen. He shakes his head slowly, his voice trembling. "No... no, it's not that simple. Frollo is right, but Esmeralda is also right. We can't just ignore our feelings. We have to find a way to be happy, even as vampires."
Me:
I look at him, puzzled. "What do you mean when you say they’re both right? Oh, of course, you’re entitled to think that way. Both Frollo and Esmeralda are important figures in your life, and you care for them deeply. But that’s not what matters right now. If you want Esmeralda to be freed from prison, you need to convince her to act according to Frollo’s will, even if it’s just an act."
Frollo:
Quasimodo nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "You're right. I can't let her stay in prison. But I don't know if she'll listen to me. I don't want to betray her, but I can't let her suffer either. I have to find a way to convince her to do what Frollo wants."
Me:
I breathe a sigh of relief. "Yes, Quasimodo. I’m glad you agree with me on this. Go and speak with Esmeralda tonight; try to convince her. I’ll go to Frollo and see what’s on his mind." I stand up and head toward Frollo’s chambers. After knocking on the door and receiving permission, I enter.
Frollo:
Frollo is sitting in his chair, his eyes fixed on a book. He looks up when you enter and gestures for you to sit down. "Ah, my disciple. You have returned."
Me:
I sit across from him on the other side of the table, deciding not to bring up Esmeralda directly. I say, "Master, I was thinking about the past. Back when the vampire hunters of Paris had captured me and were about to execute me for the humans I had hunted. What made you come to my rescue, convince the hunters to release me, and spare my life?"
Frollo:
Frollo is silent for a moment, considering your question. Finally, he says, "You were innocent, my child. You did not deserve to die. You were a victim of the world, just as I am. I saw myself in you, and I could not let you die."
Me:
Hearing these words makes my heart tremble, and my honey-colored eyes fill with tears. I know his words aren’t entirely true—I couldn’t simply be a victim of the world; I had to take responsibility for my sins. Moreover, Frollo’s words contradict his own philosophy about vampires, joy, and suffering. But now is not the time to bring this up. I need to find a way to use my master’s words to convince him of Esmeralda’s innocence.
Frollo:
Frollo is silent for a moment, then he looks at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "My child, I know what you are thinking. You are wondering why I am so hard on Esmeralda. The truth is, I see myself in her. She is like me, a vampire who has been cursed with a long life. She has seen the world change and grow, and she is restless. She is not content to live in the shadows, and I fear she will destroy herself in her pursuit of happiness."
Me:
Me: "Master, why do you think the path of joy would destroy her?" Suddenly, I feel a heaviness in my heart. I’m unsure whether it’s because of my fear of Esmeralda’s and Frollo’s stubbornness toward each other or my fear of my own fate in all of this.
Frollo:
Frollo shakes his head slowly. "Because happiness is a lie. It is a delusion, a trick of the mind. It leads to arrogance and sin. Esmeralda is young, and she does not understand the weight of her actions. She will lead others down the same path, and that cannot be allowed to happen. I must protect her, even if it means keeping her locked away."
Me:
Hearing these words, with the resoluteness I sense in them, something akin to a grim premonition stirs within my heart. My eyes widen, and the color drains from my face as I rise from my seat, intending to see how Quasimodo's conversation with Esmeralda has unfolded. But Frollo leans over the table and grabs my hand.
Frollo:
Frollo looks at you, his eyes piercing. "Where do you think you are going, my child?"
Me:
I decide to tell him the truth. Perhaps this way, our chances of salvation will be greater. Looking into his emerald eyes, I say, "Master, I don’t feel good about this situation at all. Esmeralda is a vampire who deeply values her freedom, and if she refuses to act according to your views and you keep her imprisoned, this could lead to disaster for all of us."
I tremble, briefly closing my eyes before continuing, "To death!"
Frollo:
Frollo's grip tightens on your hand. "Are you suggesting that I should let her go?"
Me:
I look at him with a pleading expression. "Yes, I beg you, do this, Master. I... I saw something horrible in my mind. I saw that you executed Esmeralda for her repeated disobedience, and Quasimodo is coming to kill you because of it. While I try to stop him, we all end up dying."
Frollo:
Frollo stares at you, his eyes wide with shock. "You... saw this? How? You are only a child, how could you have such a vision?"