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Only Emily can help me. Or can she? Here I am where we met. I hear whistling, where is coming from? I look up, Emily is sitting in the tree right above me. She is smiling but I can see sadness in her eyes. She jumps off the tree then she asks me the question I know I will have to answer. "Did he come last night?" I looked into her straight in the eye. Tears started to blur my vision. "I can't even answer that myself." "Well did Count Dracula come to you last night!" she demanded. "Yes...." I practically screamed "...but my memory is...frightening to me how can I know if it's real?" "Just tell me and I will know okay? You can trust me." s

Notre Dame de Paris: The Age of the Cathedrals Chapter Six: A Man Without Luck {Earlier that Night . . .} Night had fallen on Paris and the usually busy streets surprisingly empty. Only one man could be seen walking along the cobbled stoned streets, but no one noticed him. Nay, he wasn't very noticeable in his surroundings. The man was nothing more than a simple bard, a teller of tales and a singer of songs. He wasn't well known, or exceptionally good at his trade, but he wasn't bad at it either. His name was Pierre Gringoire. It had been a long taxing day for the bard, and he was being to show signs of fatigue as he passed through the d