Red, the color of her dress. Her hair seemed as if it was made of gold. Eyes bluer than the ocean itself. Her name, Elizabeth. The only name people knew her by a charming young lady capable of being terrible. Aged thirteen years, one out of two children of wealthy parents, and sister to the leader of the revolution. His name, Enjolras. Yes, you heard me right. The marble man had a sister. There the two stood on the platform in front of a crowd. Fighting for a new France.
"Look down!" the people shouted, "Look down! Show mercy if you can! Look down! Look down! Upon your fellow man!
"When's it gonna end?!" Joly, the hypochondriac of the revolutionary group, shouted.
"When we gonna live?!" Jehan commented.
"Something's gotta happen now or something's gotta give! It'll come, it'll come, it'll come!" The people shouted.
"Where are the leaders of the land? Where is the king who runs this show?!" Enjolras spoke.
"Only one man, General Lamarque! Speaks for the people here below!" Elizabeth added.
"See our children fed! Help us in our shame! Something for a crust of bread, In Holy Jesus name! In the Lord's Holy name! In his name, in his name, in his name!"
While all this was going on, Courfeyrac was talking to a doctor who was heading into Lamarque's house. He then jumped on the stage and whispered some rather sad news into her ear.
"Lamarque is ill and fading fast! Won't last a week How so they say!" She announced.
"With all the anger in the land? How long before the judgment day?!" Marius, who was also on the platform, shouted.
"Before we cut the fat ones down to size!" The crowd cheered at the comment.
"Before the Barricades arise!"
"The police!" someone shouted. The crowd immediately started to run like headless chickens and were screaming. Elizabeth, Enjolras, and Marius jumped off the stage and started to tell the people to meet them at the same place next week. As the police moved closer on their horses, The crowd was slowly moving back to the slums, cheering 'Vive La France'. After a few more seconds, the crowd scattered as the police pulled out their batons. Then all was quiet, and it was like it never even happened.
So I saw there were not that many Enjolras' little sister fanfics out on the internet, and I decided to do something about it. So, I decided to write this story. It will be at least 10 chapters, might be more, might be less. Please right a review or follow the story, I would love some input on this because it is my first story. Thank you!
-Broadwaykid1832