And so, this is my last chapter for Le Banni Fleur bursts into tears. It's short, unfortunatley, but I have a little surprise at the end to make up for it. This is dedicated to all my fans. I would've continued with the story anyway, but the fact that you guys actually enjoy my work and Brielle's character touches me a lot. Continue to read my other stories and I hope you enjoy the final chapter!

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By the time they had gotten downstairs, everyone was outside, smiling at the cheering crowd.

“They could’ve waited for us,” Brielle grumbled silently to herself. Esmeralda parted from Phoebus’ side and held out her hand, clearly waiting for Quasi to take it.

“You can do it. I’ll be with you,” Brielle promised, squeezing his hand gently. He exchanged uncertain glances at the two gypsies, let go of Brielle’s hand, and allowed himself to be ushered into the sunlight. The crowd grew quiet as Brielle came out too, spying her bloody shoulder as she took Quasi’s hand again.

Suddenly, a little girl broke free of the crowd and approached them. She was about six and had the same hair color as Brielle. She reached out to touch Quasi’s face. He recoiled, letting go of Brielle’s hand again. However, she merely stroked it lovingly and gave him a hug. He was overjoyed, allowing her to take her hand and pull him through the people

Brielle felt herself tearing up with happiness as Quasi was lifted off his feet by the citizens of Paris.

“Three cheers for Quasimodo!” Clopin cried. The crowd responded loudly, hooting with glee.

“Djahli!” Brielle cried suddenly as the goat sprang up from the crowd and into Esmeralda’s arms, licking both his mistress and Phoebus.

“Where have you been?” Brielle asked, scratching him by the ears. He merely bleated back.

“We’ll probably never know,” Esmeralda sighed.

“And we’ll probably never have another adventure as crazy as this one has been,” Phoebus put in.

“Oh, I highly doubt that,” Brielle laughed.

“What do you mean?” Esmeralda asked suspiciously.

“Well, now that it’s obvious that Quasi and I love each other, I think we might get married,” Brielle said thoughtfully. “And you guys should get married too!”

“What do you mean?” Phoebus asked, coughing nervously as Esmeralda started whistling like she had no idea what Brielle was talking about.

“Don’t be so modest, I know what’s been going on between you guys,” Brielle said slyly.

They grinned seductively at each other in response, clearly not wanting to go into further detail.

“But what else do you have in mind then?” Esmeralda asked.

Brielle thought, thinking back to what Frollo had said before he threw the cape over Quasimodo’s head.

“I knew you’d risk your life to save those witches. Just as your own mother died trying to save you. And now I’m going to do what I should’ve done twenty years ago!”

What did it mean? Did Frollo know about Quasi’s true origins? Who was Quasimodo’s mother? Who killed her father? Would she and Quasimodo ever get married? What about Phoebus and Esmeralda? Or even Clopin? All of these questions unraveled in her head, making her desperately curious. She wanted to know, but just for today, she’d put it all aside and let Quasi bask in the glory he deserved.

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Now, for my little surprise! -drumroll- NOTHING! HA! Just kidding, I'm not that mean. I'll be writing a sequel for Le Banni Fleur! -claps happily- As for the plot, let's just say some OC's get involved and some of the questions Brielle thought will be answered. So be sure to keep an eye out for it! ;)