I Don't own Les Misérables!

I know this is REALLY slow, but maybe if you give me any ideas *wink wink* I could speed it up a little...


Éponine

Everything was dark. And black. She couldn't really see anything, just the moon, glimmering where it was, smiling down at her. She looked down and saw herself, and

she was shimmering too. She was wearing a white, light nightgown, with lace around all the edges, and pretty white slippers. A woman began moving towards her,

also shining and wearing the same fancy getup that made her look like an angel. 'Course, I'm not an angel! I'm a terrible thing, if anyone could say! She thought bitterly to

herself.

The woman was blond, will full lips, happy eyes, and teeth like pearls. She reached her hand out to Éponine, beckoning her to follow. Éponine hesitated, then began to walk.

The moon began to slowly fade away, and the darkness was replaced with sunshine. She saw lovely flowers everywhere, and lush green grass, and all kinds of birds and little

animals twittering and hopping about. The pretty lady turned around and smiled, then spoke:

"Well, hello to you, my dear! You may not remember me, I'm Fantine, Cosette's mother…I gave her to your family to take care of." AAHHH, Cosette! Éponine thought always

turning up at the worst of times, that little –

"Yes I imagine you must think terribly of her, but you needn't worry now, little one! You will be safe with me, and happy!"

And so Éponine ran with Fantine, restored with her beauty, dark brown shiny hair and beautiful skin. She laughed and talked and skipped and danced, and she was as happy

as… well the happiest she had ever been in her whole entire life.

Enjolras

He would continue to fight, and raise the fallen flag! Even if his only true love had gone, he would fight, fight for her, and fight for France. His last gesture was a yell of

triumph as he raised the bright scarlet flag above the barricade. His last thought was Éponine, but disguised as France.

Then the shot rang out and the leader fell.

Into a quiet darkness, with shining streams full of silver, a sky full of twinkling bright stars and a lustrous, lonely looking moon.

Éponine

…and the leader had fell. Fantine was laughing with her when she felt a strange feeling in her heart, the same as when Gavroche had joined them. It was a sharp jab in

her heart, but not painful (as she was in Heaven). Fantine noticed and smiled softly.

"It is time for your next rescue. Good luck to you, my dear!" she said.

Éponine changed quickly into her cream white nightgown and slippers. This would be her second rescue, her first being Gavroche.

A rescue was picking up a lost soul from that world of blackness, where everything was night. It was the place for Lost Souls, where all spirits let free from their bodies would

go to find their next life. Another soul would come to pick the lost one up, and lead them to Heaven. If nobody came to take you, you would be left alone, to stay in the

darkness. Eventually, of course one must find a place, an end, and for those Wandering Souls, it would be the ever – famous hell.

Éponine travelled swiftly to the land of night, hoping the person would be someone not to close, someone she would know well, but not feel terrible about dying. She peered

around a sharp rock and spotted the white clothes – a man, in the white slippers and whole creamy getup. She could not recognize who exactly it was so she hurried over to

him. Dark hair, dark eyes, a muscular strong build. So it was him…but why him?

Enjolras

He heard light footsteps, and turned his head. The beautiful shape was hurrying coming towards him, rather quickly, he could say and at the same time it was reaching out to

him. He squinted his eyes and glimpsed glossy dark brown hair, dark cocoa eyes, and white night clothes like his. What is with the night theme here? And why do all my

dreams have to do something with her? Enjolras pondered. He gently clasped the soft, smooth hand of his one love, who was mysteriously smiling with glistening eyes. She

sped away with him through fallen trees, sharp pointy rocks, and a wet marsh, holding his hand the whole time and dragging him gently behind her.

Finally they reached a grassy meadow, with alluring rainbow flowers and a sun shining down. She let go of his hand and began sprinting towards the forest on the other side.

"Wait!" Enjolras cried out. If he was going to tell her how he felt, there was no better time than, well, death. But she continued racing through the also bright forest, not

even stopping a moment. Enjolras followed.