The Last Song by Lynn
Chapter Three of Four: Miracle of Love
Kind of corny chapter title, but ah well. She wakes up, I guess it's miraculous. The first part of it is in a dream: When it talks about light and such, she is dreaming about herself. Once more, not mine and 'Ponine's POV. REVIEW, please!!!
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Eponine wandered through the darkness, floating in a dream.
She heard a voice, calling to her. "I'm sorry . . . "
Who was that, calling to her, apologizing? What spirit haunted now her sleep? The voice was soft, gentle, but just out of her reach. It was so . . . so pleading, so restless.
"I miss you so much . . . "
Eponine's mind spun, her dream self tossed as if on a boat in the sea, the waves crashing wildly, the sky growing darker . . .
Her dream figure turned her head, and noticed a spot where it looked like there was a rip in the sky. The darkness had torn and from out of the crack flowed dazzlingly brilliant white light. Eponine stared at the light. It grew stronger, and still brighter.
Now the light, it seemed, shone around her, above her, below her, and, most odd, inside her, until she glowed as brightly as the very light of heaven. The light moved her, lifted her, up above the storm and the little storm- tossed boat, out of the chaos and into the amazing light. She flew toward the rip in the sky, and became engulfed in the white as she left the chaos behind her, white above and white below.
Suddenly, the white was rushing up to her and she heard voices. People, confusion, guns? The white rushed past her, in a fluid wind until it became intense and she suddenly opened her eyes.
Her first feeling was panic. Where? Was? She? Then she settled into her normal thought. Oh, the barricade.
Among people.people lying down? Sickened, she realized they were all dead. Then the next realization: They thought she had been dead, too.
Eponine said a silent prayer for her life, thanking God that she did still live and (swallowing the bile forcing its way up her throat) prayed for the souls of her friends' corpses, lying beside her.
Finished, she tried to sit up. The first try dizzied her and she was painfully reminded of her lower chest. She gave up, and lay back down. Trying again, this time anticipating the dizziness and the pain, she managed to sit up fully. The next two feelings that came to her were an acute pain in her head, and the sudden realization that she must go find Marius. Slowly, and cradling her head, she stood all the way up and began to walk- almost stumbling at times, and with weakened steps and a heavy heart, but still walking nonetheless.
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After an hour's fruitless search and an ache in her lower chest, Eponine stopped to rest, and saw an entrance (well, a tunnel actually) to the sewers. Sighing, she figured that at least she would find her father lurking around, and that she might be able to talk him into taking her to a doctor. She began to walk through the tunnel and into the Parisian underground scum life.
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Walking along for about another hour and a half, she was finally rewarded with the sight of an older man hurrying through the darkness with a weird kind of hump on his back. Not wanting to be seen, she began to conceal herself, as she had learned as a Parisian street urchin.
But her wound was against her. The pain rose again, not too sharply, but enough to force a cry from her lips. The old man turned to see who was lurking there in the shadows, and caught sight of Eponine, gasping against the sewer wall, holding her wound.
His eyes widened. "My god, child, are you in pain? Are you wounded?"
Eponine was suddenly shy, but nodded slowly, and removed her hand to show him the brownish stain of blood on her coat.
His eyes opened even further. "We must get you to a doctor! Here, child, come with me. Marius here (Eponine's eyes flashed when she heard the name) is wounded badly just like you. Please come with so we can get help faster."
'Ponine's mind raced. She forced a croaking kind of a sound from her lips that eventually was understood as speech.
"P-p-please, sir, I umm, well . . . I . . . "
"It's alright child, please do go on . . . "
"I . . . you see I . . . "
He smiled at her encouragingly, nodding.
She took as deep a breath she could with all the pain, and began, "Sir, I . . . I think it would . . . be better if I- well, if one of us stayed here with Marius . . . and the other go for the doctor. It would be faster, and well . . . "
She looked him straight in the eye and said softly, "You see, sir . . . I'm much happier here . . . with him. I sort of know Marius very well and I would like it better- of course if you don't mind- if I stayed here while you fetched the doctor, sir."
The old man was about to argue, but then he looked straight into her eyes. For a moment he stood awestruck, staring into those orbs. He saw in her eyes a restless desire unfulfilled, and a sense of urgent need, and a complete deep trust. Something in those deep and shining eyes suddenly touched his heart, and he understood. With complete trust in the young woman, he nodded slowly, then smiled and turned and began walking away.
Eponine waited until she heard the last of his retreating footsteps fade away. She smiled, and turned down to look at the only love she had ever known.
*************************************** Ok, I admit it, I'm a bad cliffhanger ending writer. The next chapter picks up right where this one left off, though. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! Thanks a ton, all of you. Much Love, Lynn
Chapter Three of Four: Miracle of Love
Kind of corny chapter title, but ah well. She wakes up, I guess it's miraculous. The first part of it is in a dream: When it talks about light and such, she is dreaming about herself. Once more, not mine and 'Ponine's POV. REVIEW, please!!!
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Eponine wandered through the darkness, floating in a dream.
She heard a voice, calling to her. "I'm sorry . . . "
Who was that, calling to her, apologizing? What spirit haunted now her sleep? The voice was soft, gentle, but just out of her reach. It was so . . . so pleading, so restless.
"I miss you so much . . . "
Eponine's mind spun, her dream self tossed as if on a boat in the sea, the waves crashing wildly, the sky growing darker . . .
Her dream figure turned her head, and noticed a spot where it looked like there was a rip in the sky. The darkness had torn and from out of the crack flowed dazzlingly brilliant white light. Eponine stared at the light. It grew stronger, and still brighter.
Now the light, it seemed, shone around her, above her, below her, and, most odd, inside her, until she glowed as brightly as the very light of heaven. The light moved her, lifted her, up above the storm and the little storm- tossed boat, out of the chaos and into the amazing light. She flew toward the rip in the sky, and became engulfed in the white as she left the chaos behind her, white above and white below.
Suddenly, the white was rushing up to her and she heard voices. People, confusion, guns? The white rushed past her, in a fluid wind until it became intense and she suddenly opened her eyes.
Her first feeling was panic. Where? Was? She? Then she settled into her normal thought. Oh, the barricade.
Among people.people lying down? Sickened, she realized they were all dead. Then the next realization: They thought she had been dead, too.
Eponine said a silent prayer for her life, thanking God that she did still live and (swallowing the bile forcing its way up her throat) prayed for the souls of her friends' corpses, lying beside her.
Finished, she tried to sit up. The first try dizzied her and she was painfully reminded of her lower chest. She gave up, and lay back down. Trying again, this time anticipating the dizziness and the pain, she managed to sit up fully. The next two feelings that came to her were an acute pain in her head, and the sudden realization that she must go find Marius. Slowly, and cradling her head, she stood all the way up and began to walk- almost stumbling at times, and with weakened steps and a heavy heart, but still walking nonetheless.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After an hour's fruitless search and an ache in her lower chest, Eponine stopped to rest, and saw an entrance (well, a tunnel actually) to the sewers. Sighing, she figured that at least she would find her father lurking around, and that she might be able to talk him into taking her to a doctor. She began to walk through the tunnel and into the Parisian underground scum life.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Walking along for about another hour and a half, she was finally rewarded with the sight of an older man hurrying through the darkness with a weird kind of hump on his back. Not wanting to be seen, she began to conceal herself, as she had learned as a Parisian street urchin.
But her wound was against her. The pain rose again, not too sharply, but enough to force a cry from her lips. The old man turned to see who was lurking there in the shadows, and caught sight of Eponine, gasping against the sewer wall, holding her wound.
His eyes widened. "My god, child, are you in pain? Are you wounded?"
Eponine was suddenly shy, but nodded slowly, and removed her hand to show him the brownish stain of blood on her coat.
His eyes opened even further. "We must get you to a doctor! Here, child, come with me. Marius here (Eponine's eyes flashed when she heard the name) is wounded badly just like you. Please come with so we can get help faster."
'Ponine's mind raced. She forced a croaking kind of a sound from her lips that eventually was understood as speech.
"P-p-please, sir, I umm, well . . . I . . . "
"It's alright child, please do go on . . . "
"I . . . you see I . . . "
He smiled at her encouragingly, nodding.
She took as deep a breath she could with all the pain, and began, "Sir, I . . . I think it would . . . be better if I- well, if one of us stayed here with Marius . . . and the other go for the doctor. It would be faster, and well . . . "
She looked him straight in the eye and said softly, "You see, sir . . . I'm much happier here . . . with him. I sort of know Marius very well and I would like it better- of course if you don't mind- if I stayed here while you fetched the doctor, sir."
The old man was about to argue, but then he looked straight into her eyes. For a moment he stood awestruck, staring into those orbs. He saw in her eyes a restless desire unfulfilled, and a sense of urgent need, and a complete deep trust. Something in those deep and shining eyes suddenly touched his heart, and he understood. With complete trust in the young woman, he nodded slowly, then smiled and turned and began walking away.
Eponine waited until she heard the last of his retreating footsteps fade away. She smiled, and turned down to look at the only love she had ever known.
*************************************** Ok, I admit it, I'm a bad cliffhanger ending writer. The next chapter picks up right where this one left off, though. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! Thanks a ton, all of you. Much Love, Lynn