Faerie Dust
The two boys sat across from each other, elbows resting on the table. Both were blond, but of different shades. The taller boy, most likely the older one, had hair of a golden shade and hard, unflinching eyes the color of the sea during a storm. The other one, smaller, had hair the color of flax and a dreamy look in his soft gray eyes.
They sat in silence until the smaller boy said to the other boy, "Enjolras, do you see them?"
Enjolras, the tall one, replied, "See what?"
"The faeries."
"Faeries?" Here he leaned forward to stare straight into the other's eyes. "Prouvaire, are you drunk?"
"Goodness no, Enjolras, I'm not drunk. I'm surprised you can't see them. They're flitting all around you," replied Prouvaire amiably.
Enjolras simply snorted and ran his hand back through his hair.
Prouvaire continued, unfazed by his companion's lack of interest. "They bear the faces of the deceased, Enjolras." He pointed to the ceiling, saying, "There, that one has my mother's face. And that one, your cousin. That one over there, the small one, that would be the child who would have been Joly's brother. And the one with the wrinkled old face? Courfeyrac's beloved grandmother. When a person dies, the faeries come and fetch their soul and make another faerie."
Enjolras turned to Prouvaire and said slowly, as if he was speaking to a small child, "There are no faeries. You are hallucinating. There is no such thing as faeries."
Prouvaire pouted and looked slightly put out. The boy gathered up his papers and said, "Well, I really must be going now. It's getting late." With that, he walked out of the café, tripping over a chair leg.
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A few days later, Prouvaire found himself in a very bad situation indeed. He was facing a firing squad, alone. He had no idea what was going on, what was happening to him. A voice, loud and brave, shouted, "Vive la France! Vive l'avenir!"
Was it his voice? He wasn't sure. All of a sudden, a pain erupted in his body and the world went black. He thought to himself, 'I'm going to be a faerie now, Enjolras....', closed his eyes, and expired.
