An Unexpected Song. Chapter Two
Please note that I do not own any rights to Les Mis. Also, I would like to thank BellaSpirita for giving me helpful advice in her review. If she is reading this, I note that I am new to fanfiction.net, and this is otherwise accounted for my mistake
An Unexpected Song. Chapter Two
The church bells of France rang with a melancholy tone, as if to say that all is to remain the same, and that there would be no change in the future. However, a slim glimpse of hop remained. Although Marius was living with Cossete, he also rallied his friends to fight for the fallen Enjolras, and to fight until the last. He himself felt a pang of horrible guilt for surviving the first battle of the revolution. Marius and a few of his friends were hidden in the remains of the ABC café. They had shot at French infantry passing by the café, who in response, were sending a battalion of fifty men strong.
However, Marius and his men were nowhere near the numbers of the French men, and they knew it. However, there was one last hope for them. I shall explain it like this. What does one do when he is fighting an army that has been proclaimed "invincible"? Marius rallied a few townsfolk, but still the countless French would slaughter them. In a frenzy, he referred to Napoleon's book of strategies, for Napoleon had won against armies much bigger than his own, and had done so by strategy.
Mind you, strategy is the brain of war, while the men are the heart. Neither can function without the other. However, one can have more brain than heart and still be effective. Such is the way that war works. Napoleon, a man that Marius much admired, had used strategy to the fullest, but it was strategy that brought him to his defeat.
Marius alas had a plan; he positioned his men in the entrance of the town as a decoy. Meanwhile, he had his best marksmen in homes in the town. And alas, he and his bravest men were in the heart of the city, where the lonely barricade once stood. The one crucial flaw in his plan however, is that his marksmen were not marksmen, but rather men who had used to serve in the French army. Not one of the marksmen could have hit their target with one round, except one. This one marksman was so accurate that he could have hit a rat from where he stood in the house that he was positioned in. By now, you are probably wondering his name. It was Jean Valjean.
The time was to come where the people of Paris sang with a b eat of the heart, in a tune that sounded as if their would be a new dawn to the day.
Please note that I do not own any rights to Les Mis. Also, I would like to thank BellaSpirita for giving me helpful advice in her review. If she is reading this, I note that I am new to fanfiction.net, and this is otherwise accounted for my mistake
An Unexpected Song. Chapter Two
The church bells of France rang with a melancholy tone, as if to say that all is to remain the same, and that there would be no change in the future. However, a slim glimpse of hop remained. Although Marius was living with Cossete, he also rallied his friends to fight for the fallen Enjolras, and to fight until the last. He himself felt a pang of horrible guilt for surviving the first battle of the revolution. Marius and a few of his friends were hidden in the remains of the ABC café. They had shot at French infantry passing by the café, who in response, were sending a battalion of fifty men strong.
However, Marius and his men were nowhere near the numbers of the French men, and they knew it. However, there was one last hope for them. I shall explain it like this. What does one do when he is fighting an army that has been proclaimed "invincible"? Marius rallied a few townsfolk, but still the countless French would slaughter them. In a frenzy, he referred to Napoleon's book of strategies, for Napoleon had won against armies much bigger than his own, and had done so by strategy.
Mind you, strategy is the brain of war, while the men are the heart. Neither can function without the other. However, one can have more brain than heart and still be effective. Such is the way that war works. Napoleon, a man that Marius much admired, had used strategy to the fullest, but it was strategy that brought him to his defeat.
Marius alas had a plan; he positioned his men in the entrance of the town as a decoy. Meanwhile, he had his best marksmen in homes in the town. And alas, he and his bravest men were in the heart of the city, where the lonely barricade once stood. The one crucial flaw in his plan however, is that his marksmen were not marksmen, but rather men who had used to serve in the French army. Not one of the marksmen could have hit their target with one round, except one. This one marksman was so accurate that he could have hit a rat from where he stood in the house that he was positioned in. By now, you are probably wondering his name. It was Jean Valjean.
The time was to come where the people of Paris sang with a b eat of the heart, in a tune that sounded as if their would be a new dawn to the day.