A/N - Hey guys! I'm taking a break from For You as the topics are just a bit too painful for me to write about at the moment. I promise I'll try and get back to writing that as soon as possible, but I have some issues I have to sort out first. THEREFORE, I am writing this fic instead. YAY! It's a Les Miserables fic, and it's going to be a trilogy - first 'A Mighty Soul' then 'A Desperate Soul' and finally 'A Forgotten Soul'. I've added a new character (Javert, Eponine + Gavroche's sister and Mr. + Mme. Thenardier's eldest daughter) and I might add some lyric change songs if I feel like it :)

Enjoy, ciao :* xx

The grand carriage rolled into the square, an odd sight in Paris. The footman climbed down from the driver's seat, and carefully opened the gold plated door. A young boy shot down the steps, yelling and laughing with joy after the long journey. Another footman hurried to open the door of the house, before the young boy could run into the wood. He disappeared inside, still shouting at the top of his voice, as another person emerged from the carriage. She too was glad to feel the fresh air, and extremely happy to have finally reached their destination. She allowed a smile to grace her pretty features, which quickly grew into a loud chuckle as she watched her younger brother run towards her.

''Ponine, 'Ponine, 'Ponine!' he screamed. 'Come inside, I want to choose my bedroom! Come quickly, 'Ponine, I want the best room! Come, come, come!' His enthusiasm was infectious, and Eponine quickly gathered her skirts and chased after him, still laughing loudly. She paused at the door, as if something had stopped her, then shook it off, and continued into the house. She was followed by the footman, smiling to himself and slightly shaking his head.

Just then, another foot was daintily placed onto the step of the carriage. A gloved hand clasped the footman's outstretched one, and the rest of her body followed out of the gloomy box. She paused, and looked around her, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the busy Paris street. Her face remained impassive, a perfected mask of distance. She tipped her head downwards slightly as she stepped onto the cobbles, then straightened up fully. Her pale blue silk dress brushed the floor as she took a small step forwards, allowing the footman to close the door behind her and assist the other with the bags. Delicate white lace was ruffled around her neck and wrists in the wind. Her pristine white gloves were almost a perfect match for the tone of her fair skin. Elegant black hair had been pulled into a neat bun, a small hat covering the rest of her head. She looked graceful and refined, a massive contrast to the turmoil of the market place to her left. Once the footmen had finished unloading the luggage, the young woman slipped a few coins into each of their hands, and carried herself with smooth, precise steps towards her new home. She reached the doorway and, as her sister had done, stopped. But, unlike her sister, a brief look of disdain crossed her face as she surveyed her surroundings. But then her mask dropped back over her features, and she stepped inside the door, leaving the noise of the outdoors behind her.

Outside the door, a young man with messy brown hair and a crooked smirk leaned against the opposite building, watching the eldest sister close the simple wooden door behind her. He pushed off the wall with his foot, making as if to cross the street. At that moment, the clock in the square chimed, and, cursing under his breath, the man ran through the square and disappeared down another street.