Prolougue:

Midnight, Paris - April 1832.

In the deep, dazzling moonlight a dark figure walked down the street. His firey golden hair sparks in the sunlight. His deep cerulean eyes were focusssed on the uneven cobblestones of Paris. Their were to many thoughts swirling around behind those bright lush emerald green eyes of his. His mind was focussed on revolution, liberty, Patria and France. Then suddenly, the man bumped into a woman heading in the opposite direction. "Oh my! I am terribly sorry" the man said, with turquoise orbs smouldering with revolutionary fervour, "I didnt mean to bump into you."

"That's okay" A deep melodious british accent purred.

"Thank you Comrade, my name is Enjolras and I-" He paused, mouth gaping. For standing infront of him was a goddess among women - that is- if goddesses lived in the slums of had midnight black hair, tumbling down her shoulders, rich chocolate brown eyes which hid a deep intelligence and the grit of the Parisian slums covered her pale, flawless skin.

"My name is Eponine. And you what?" She smirked flirtatiously.

"I would be honored to have you come to a meeting I am running. That is, if you would like to attend." Enjolras said intentsly

"Well I could be honored to attend. What would the meeting be about?"

"Saving the poor people of Paris. Liberty. Patria. France." Enjolras shouted passionately.

"Wait. Are you speaking of Les Amis de L'ABC?" Eponine said, beautiful blue eyes widening.

"Indeed I am!" Enjolras said, his own beautiful brown eyes narrowing in confusion.

"Nothing, I just have a friend who is a part of that group."

"Oh what's his name?"

"Marius. Marius Pontmercy." Eponine blushed

"Oh. Him." Enjolras said angrily, feeling irrationally jealous that such a booby would make this Aphrodity blush like this.

"Yeah." She smiled shyly. "So where is this meeting?"

"At the cafe Museum"

"I will surely to be they're."