Author's note: I dedicate this chapter to my one and only dearest reviewer!
For she/he (which gender are you?) made a lovely comment to each chapter
and really encouraged me to go on. Thanks so much! This one is for you and
my own poor soul. By the way, do you have any special wishes or characters
you want me to put into my story?
She had no idea why, but somehow the name fitted him perfectly. If it had been her way, she would have snapped back that she had never heard of him before. But that was not in her character. So she remained quiet for a while. Long enough to annoy him anyway.
"So what do you want? It can hardly be your intention to stand here and stare at me quietly for the rest of your days. Because that could end up to be a very long time." During the last sentence his voice had changed a bit, it sounded more depressed now. "How long have you been here?" she tried carefully. "Too long, far too long" he answered cryptically. "And why did you end up here?" she inquired further, becoming brave at her immediate luck to get her first question answered. But this time it went wrong. "Well you really are a little Miss Want-to-know-it all. You should keep your nose out of other peoples misery." After those words he turned around and left. The last thing she saw of him was a darkness of billowing black robes.
Momo sank onto a sort of rock and held her face in her small hands. What was she doing wrong? She did exactly what David had told her to, but still it went wrong. She really had tried to get to this man, but it had turned out worse than if she had not even met him. How could she save those lost souls, if she did not even know how the came to be here in the first place? And if they did not accept help. She felt so incompetent and helpless. But there was more to it. A sudden urge to really do something against the misery in the realm grew in her.
What could she do to save this black man? She kept on thinking about him. Somehow he seemed to not be one of the innocents who came here. He had had a certain aura of death around him and a voice that could scare the wits out of someone. He had murdered but he felt regret for his acts. But she was not sure if there was hope left for him.
Or what about the sudden appearance who gave her that wonderful coat? She felt that maybe, just maybe, he could be saved, if she could just find him again. He would talk to her. And what of the spoiled girl? She could be helped, she was sure of that. She was not lost to the world yet. With those thoughts in her head she got a bit more cheerful. But when her mind wandered to the first person she had met here, the light went dark again.
David. What of him? He was the only one who had been friendly to her so far, who she had talked to and felt safe with. Momo had instantly come to like him, he even was quite cute in a way. But he seemed so, so lost.she came up with lack of better words. How long did one have to be here to become the keeper of the realm? Very long she figured. And could the keeper be saved? She so wanted to save him, especially him, he deserved to be happy. But didn't all of them?
"Hey you, girl!" She looked up to face a fifty-year-old man, towering over her. "Yes." "Have you seen a wild looking man on the run, about my age. He has to be here somewhere. His name is Jean Valjean." his voice seemed frantic, still the voice of a hunter who had, after an eternity, still not given up looking for his prey. All the while during his speech, his steel grey eyes searched through the surroundings. His head with the greying, shoulder-length hair tilted around and his tall body twitched. And everlasting hunter. But one who was never destined to ever catch his reason for going on. "No, I have not seen such a man" she said, taking in everything about his manner. " I will tell you if I do so, Mister..?" "Javert, Inspector." Yes, that suited him, he seemed like an police officer to her. But not an every-day-one. Not at all like the ones she had known in her hometown. More like the ghost of a man who would be doomed to hunt forever on like an ever- hungry-wolf. She pitied him.
When she looked up, he was gone. How could she help them if they disappeared? She only knew their names, not even that in case of the nobleman who had given her the coat. They were nothing more than shadows she tried to capture. But they always were to quick, only a swift standing- still before vanishing again. How do you catch a shadow?
Disclaimer: See all the other chapters to read them all, it just would be too many for me writing them here and even worse in the later chapters. As for the new one: I absolutely adore Les Miserables, I think it is one of the best stories ever written, all thanks to Victor Hugo. So he is the one who made up such a complex character as Javert *another guy I want and will not get*
She had no idea why, but somehow the name fitted him perfectly. If it had been her way, she would have snapped back that she had never heard of him before. But that was not in her character. So she remained quiet for a while. Long enough to annoy him anyway.
"So what do you want? It can hardly be your intention to stand here and stare at me quietly for the rest of your days. Because that could end up to be a very long time." During the last sentence his voice had changed a bit, it sounded more depressed now. "How long have you been here?" she tried carefully. "Too long, far too long" he answered cryptically. "And why did you end up here?" she inquired further, becoming brave at her immediate luck to get her first question answered. But this time it went wrong. "Well you really are a little Miss Want-to-know-it all. You should keep your nose out of other peoples misery." After those words he turned around and left. The last thing she saw of him was a darkness of billowing black robes.
Momo sank onto a sort of rock and held her face in her small hands. What was she doing wrong? She did exactly what David had told her to, but still it went wrong. She really had tried to get to this man, but it had turned out worse than if she had not even met him. How could she save those lost souls, if she did not even know how the came to be here in the first place? And if they did not accept help. She felt so incompetent and helpless. But there was more to it. A sudden urge to really do something against the misery in the realm grew in her.
What could she do to save this black man? She kept on thinking about him. Somehow he seemed to not be one of the innocents who came here. He had had a certain aura of death around him and a voice that could scare the wits out of someone. He had murdered but he felt regret for his acts. But she was not sure if there was hope left for him.
Or what about the sudden appearance who gave her that wonderful coat? She felt that maybe, just maybe, he could be saved, if she could just find him again. He would talk to her. And what of the spoiled girl? She could be helped, she was sure of that. She was not lost to the world yet. With those thoughts in her head she got a bit more cheerful. But when her mind wandered to the first person she had met here, the light went dark again.
David. What of him? He was the only one who had been friendly to her so far, who she had talked to and felt safe with. Momo had instantly come to like him, he even was quite cute in a way. But he seemed so, so lost.she came up with lack of better words. How long did one have to be here to become the keeper of the realm? Very long she figured. And could the keeper be saved? She so wanted to save him, especially him, he deserved to be happy. But didn't all of them?
"Hey you, girl!" She looked up to face a fifty-year-old man, towering over her. "Yes." "Have you seen a wild looking man on the run, about my age. He has to be here somewhere. His name is Jean Valjean." his voice seemed frantic, still the voice of a hunter who had, after an eternity, still not given up looking for his prey. All the while during his speech, his steel grey eyes searched through the surroundings. His head with the greying, shoulder-length hair tilted around and his tall body twitched. And everlasting hunter. But one who was never destined to ever catch his reason for going on. "No, I have not seen such a man" she said, taking in everything about his manner. " I will tell you if I do so, Mister..?" "Javert, Inspector." Yes, that suited him, he seemed like an police officer to her. But not an every-day-one. Not at all like the ones she had known in her hometown. More like the ghost of a man who would be doomed to hunt forever on like an ever- hungry-wolf. She pitied him.
When she looked up, he was gone. How could she help them if they disappeared? She only knew their names, not even that in case of the nobleman who had given her the coat. They were nothing more than shadows she tried to capture. But they always were to quick, only a swift standing- still before vanishing again. How do you catch a shadow?
Disclaimer: See all the other chapters to read them all, it just would be too many for me writing them here and even worse in the later chapters. As for the new one: I absolutely adore Les Miserables, I think it is one of the best stories ever written, all thanks to Victor Hugo. So he is the one who made up such a complex character as Javert *another guy I want and will not get*