The Red Condor Hero
Summary: Enjolras is a thirteen year old servant boy in the Thenardier household. When Thenardier and his wife are murdered by one of Thenardiers' ex-lovers, Enjolras leads their now orphaned children, Eponine, Gavroche and Azelma to safety. He then meets his long lost uncle, Valjean, and his family who take him in and then soon regret it. Enjolras/OC, Valjean/Fantine (may lead to a complicated story line) Condor Hero AU, basically.
I'm not really expecting anyone to read this (I'm doing it for a homework piece that I'm working on) but yeah, I'm having a YOLO moment. Contains sword fighting throughout
Ten years ago
Mr Thenardier, a young, drunk and naive traveller, was hiking up a mountain in his attempt to reach the Highland temple at the top, when he felt a sharp and vicious pain shoot through his right ankle. He tried to move, but found that he had been frozen to the ground. As he tried to flex his muscles, he only found himself becoming weaker and weaker. He collapsed onto the ground as the pain in his ankle intensified. Thenardier let out a cry for help. Perhaps there might be someone passing by who could help him. He called and called and yet no one came. And so, he found that everything around him suddenly went black.
A few minutes later, Mr Thenardier saw light above him. He blinked his eyes as he started to come back to reality. He realised that he was now lying on a lumpy old bed. His ankle had been bandaged up. By the looks of it, it must have been some sort of snake bite. Thenardier groaned as he pushed himself up with his elbows. He looked around himself. He was in some sort of cave. Statues and paintings had been nailed to the walls, bringing colour to the place. A woman, about the same age as himself, stepped over to the bedside. She cleared her throat, "You're finally up." She said.
"…where am I?" he asked.
"You're at the Crescent sanctuary." She said with a smile. "I found you lying in the fields. You were bitten by a snake… my Master and I, we carried your body back to the sanctuary."
Thenardier studied the woman a little more closely. "What's your name?"
"Angelia. What's yours?"
"Thenardier."
Thenardier spent six months with Angelica in the Crescent sanctuary. Angelica found herself falling head over heels in love with Thenardier. But when the time came for Thenardier to leave, he asked Angelica to come with her…but Angelica's Master, Jane Ferre, had confined her (and her other students) to the mountain tops, and they must never leave. Thenardier promised that he'd return for her after he had returned home.
And so Angelica waited…she waited a whole year to be exact. She then discovered that Thenardier had forgotten about her…in fact he had already married another woman who was now Mrs Thenardier.
Outraged by this, Angelica swore to herself that in exactly ten years' time, she would abandon her Master and her fellow students and set off to find the Thenardier family…and when she did find them…she would show no mercy.
Now…
Seventeen year old Grantaire, Combeferre and Jehan stood out in the open across an empty field, unknowing of who or what they were looking out for. For the last ten years, Mr Thenardier had been paying them good money to protect him from any threats, and since they were trained swordsmen, they figured it wouldn't be too difficult.
Angelica stood somewhere in the fog. She spotted the three swordsmen standing at the far end of the field that led into the village. Angelica grit her teeth and dug her nails into her palm. She approached the boys with her sword in hand.
Grantaire, Combeferre and Jehan saw Angelica coming this way and they raised their eyebrows. As she walked towards them, the fog gave her a somewhat ghostlike appearance. The three boys all grabbed their swords from their belts. "Stop!" Combeferre called over to the woman. Angelica only walked closer to them. "Who are you?"
"That's none of your concern." Angelica said. "Move aside, or do you wish for me to kill you?"
The boys were silent for a moment. Grantaire then spoke, "We're not letting you through until we know who you are and what business you have here. Do you know who we are?"
Angelica let out a harsh cackle. "I know who you are. You're the three sword brothers. Cute. The question is, do you know who I am?"
Before Grantaire could answer, Angelica drew her sword and attacked him. The two swordfighters stood in one place, trading feints, thrusts and parries with lightning speed, almost impossible to follow. Angelica suddenly grabbed a pin from her hair and jabbed it into Grantaire's neck. Grantaire winced and made a pained noise. Angelica took a step back and Grantaire fell to the ground. She laughed, admiring the work that she'd done. Combeferre knelt down beside Grantaire and examined the wound. "You poisoned him."
"Clever isn't it?"
"Bastard…" Grantaire murmured as the pain continued to spread throughout his entire body. The poison was starting to flood into his veins.
Angelica laughed and walked past the three boys, towards the village. "Who is that woman?" Jehan asked.
"Not sure." Combeferre replied. "Jehan, follow her. I need to sort Grantaire out." Jehan nodded and slowly began to stalk the woman.
Ok, so… yeah.
To be continued