Farewell

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story, except I empathically mention it at the end of a chapter.

Hello everyone!
First of all, thank you for your interest to read my fanfic. The idea of this fanfic isn't completely new; you know there are many fics dealing with Oscar & André being part of the French Revolution. But anyway I want to try to create something new in the fanfic-universe of RoV!
Before you read, please note that:

Surprise, surprise! Oscar & André survive the 14th of July ^^

André is not blind

My fanfic is based on both: the anime and the manga (so some facts may be taken from the anime while others are taken from the manga)

I basically refer to historical facts, but some events or conditions are the results of my own imagination

There will be violent and brutal scenes, so do not read on if you're younger than 16!

I'm a very slow writer^^

Criticism is always welcome

And now, enjoy reading! :)

Prologue

He was hit. Slowly, very slowly he sank to the ground, trembling and pressing his hand against his chest. No! What had he done? She was the one to be hit by the ballet! "André…" she murmured, not being able to believe what she saw. She kneeled down in front of him when also Alain noticed what had happened. "Since when does a commander leave the battlefield…?" André said weakly. "You have to go back… Oscar…" "Don't talk, André! Don't talk…" Her hands were trembling, she wanted to do something, she needed to help him! "Commander…" She felt Alain's hand on her shoulder. André's eyes were closed.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang. Oscar woke up abruptly and looked around in her bedroom to find out what had provoked the noise. A window had been broken by a stone. "Commander!"
She quickly got up and went to the broken window.

"Alain! Have you gone mad?" she shouted angrily.
"You have to wake the others and escape! Hurry up!"
"What the hell…? Alain, do you want to fool me?"
"They're coming, commander, they're coming!" Alain roared.
"Who's coming?"
"The mob! They're burning down the castles!"

She felt her heart stopping for a moment. Burning down…? Far away, she could see smoke and the horizon had turned orange. "HURRY UP!"

It was the night of 20th July 1789. Because of the crop failures in spring, farmers weren't able to pay the taxes to the manorial lords. So they set out to burn down castles and monasteries to destroy the documents of the feudal rights. This phenomenon was called La Grande Peur (The Great Fear).

Oscar got into a panic as she heard the first people arriving at the mansion. She had already woken everyone in the house and now they were packing their most important things.
"We don't have any time! Leave the other things!" she shouted.

They were assembled in the ground floor, one after other leaving the mansion through the rear entrance. The last one left at the moment when the main door was kicked down and the roaring mob flocked into the house.

They weren't already far away when the mansion went up in flames. Oscar stopped, looking back to the house where she had spent her childhood. The times had changed. France was different now. It felt as if a war began who was already demanding his first victims – the war between the third class and the nobility. Her eyes filled with tears. "Come, Oscar…" André said, taking her hand.