Angels of the Battlefield
Chapter One
The night was dark beyond the young man who was at the entranceof the Café Musain. It looked so comfortable compared to the streets of Paris. The young man put on his cap and entered the café looking a little worried. No one had really noticed him as he walked there. It seemed that he knew the streets well. He seemed completely comfortable in them and when an urchin came by him, he waved his hand in welcome and the urchin came up to him and said, "Eponine, what on earth are you doing in those clothes," he said smiling foolishly, "You aren't a boy, I know you prefer men's clothes, but that doesn't mean that you have to try to be one." Eponine cried out, "Oh, no it's that noticeable?" "Don't worry 'Ponine, I just know it's you from the way you were on the streets." The urchin saluted her and walked off.
Eponine sighed and thought about what she was going to do. She really wasn't sure, but… Finally, she shook her head and walked in.
When Eponine entered the café where "Les Amis" met she had no idea that because of it France would gain its freedom or that many years latter women would seethe famous artwork that she had created and decide to fight for their freedom because of this simple decision. No, she had no idea of any of this and, in fact she was doing this action for quite a selfish reason that had nothing to do with freedom. No, it had only to do with Marius.
Eponine had been so desperate that she had decided to go into the café dressed as a boy since only men were allowed to be part of the group. Eponine had it all planed out, she would help the revolution and when Marius came up to her to thank her for all that she had done she would say, "Hi Marius, it's me Eponine." And Marius would realise how much she had helped him and his friends and realise that she was the perfect one for him. Yes, it was the perfect idea. So she walked in.
She talked to one of the women at the counter and when down the corridor that led to their meeting room. A waitress went with her and knocked on the door twice fast then once again. A man stuck his head out, and the waitress made a sign with her fingers that Eponine could not see. The man called into the room and Eponine held her breath. This was it, she thought to herself as she entered the room at the back of the café, at the end of a long corridor.