Angels of the Battlefield
Chapter 7
Okay, sorry for the long wait and thank you to my faithful reviewers. Unfortunatly, I'm one of the ones who couldn't upload this fileas adocument so I just posted it. I'm trying really hard to use your critiques and improve the story. This is turning into a bit of a Mary-Sue and I'm sorry if you were hoping for a completely none Mary-Sue story. This chapter is a bit Mary-Sue because this is when Eponine gets thanked. I'm sorry for not being realistic, but my sense of time sometimes gets dulled. Thank you for those who told me how to improve my writing; I hope it's a bit more balanced. I'm sorry for not writing more or responding to the reviews but I was away in Quebec for a week. I couldn't get up a chapter in time before so I didn't let all of you know of my temporary residence. Truth be told, this was really hard to write, I knew what was going to happen, but somehow I couldn't write it out. So here's the next part that I hope you've all been waiting for.
P.S.: This isn't a parody and it will soon be romantic.
Eponine woke up with a start, expecting to see a thief trying to take her things. She was surprised to find herself in a comfortable solitary loft. A sense of confusion surrounded her, what had happened? Suddenly she remembered, and found that she didn't want to remember. The whole episode last night seemed surreal; half good, half bad.
Upon hearing the bells of the city chime five o'clock, Eponine finally had enough time to think about her sudden change of emotion towards Marius. It was strange thinking that the world was coming to an end because Marius liked some rich girl instead of her to the feeling that Marius didn't matter at all to her. Marius hardly came to the meetings and Eponine found that she didn't respect her at all. Perhaps it was because she now knew such good people, people who had most of Marius' good parts and less of his bad parts. Maybe she was even falling for one of them…
'Enough,' she thought, 'I've had enough trouble with men; I certainly won't fall in love again!'
As if to enforce that thought she said quietly, "I won't!"
Finally the bells calling for six o'clock told her that she had better hit the streets in order to get some money. On the way out she thanked Sophia, even though it hurt her pride to have been in a position where she needed someone's help and had gotten it.
That night at the meeting, Eponine was held back from entering by Sophia until all the members arrived. Eponine didn't like this but she decided not to fight. When she finaly was aloud to go to the meeting room, she discovered that she was to be stopped at the door by Enjolras. He was holding a small knife in his hand.
"Give me your painting hand," he said.
Though suspicious, Eponine gave him her hand. Using the small knife, Enjolras made a slight in her hand; a pool of blood quickly covered it. He then repeated the action on himself and, pushing the two cuts together, he spoke words of binding that sounded Latin. Bossouet (sp?) soon appeared bearing bandages and Eponine was let in.
Once inside, she was greeted by a wave of cheers, blushing; she thanked all of them as she was sat down. Combeferre was the first to come up to her. "I was told by Daniel Feuilly that you could read, so I bought you this book on medicinal herbs and healing techniques."
The gift and the memories it brought up brought tears to her eyes, but she pushed them away as Feuilly came up to her. From him, Eponine received a paper saying that she could attend the Barbizon school. She wondered how he had managed it. From the rest of the group came a various array of painting supplies. Privately, she was awed that they had spent so much money on her. It mad her hurt inside that they didn't know her true gender after a display like this.
The most incredible present was boarding at an apartment close to the school close to the school. As a way of saying thank you, Enjolras had bought Eponine the place, the magnificent place with extra money for furnisher. This present really brought tears to her eyes and sent them flying down her cheeks. Eponine knew that Enjolras came from a rich family, but surely even this strained his purse.
Eponine was glad when the meeting finaly broke up and very content. Feuilly escorted her to her new lodgings where Sophia had generously provided some basic furniture; it seemed that even she was in on this. Eponine collapsed onto her bed without talking off her clothes when Feuilly left.
In the following weeks, Eponine became one of the highest members if Les Amis. At her insistence, Enjolras set up a network of spies, with her help, that would make it possible for the revolution to succeed. Eponine know realized that they had a fully operational revolution, not just some student rebels. As spy master, they chose Sophia's brother, the King of the Spooks (spies) (A/N: this is a current term, but it was current then too, I say so); he had good recommendations from Sophia and Gavroche as well as a number of other urchins as being trustworthy.
It was Feuilly who came to look at the portraits that she making. At first, he offered bits of advice, but when they were finished he offered her the chance to work on a painting with him of the entire group. They would use her paintings in order to keep a fixed idea of the many members' favorite positions. They would often work together on it during meetings. However, with the obvious approach of the revolution, they began to need more time in order to finish it. Like the portraits, they were the only ones who knew of it. It was the need to have more time that got Eponine and Feuilly visiting each others rooms; though Eponine quickly made it clear that they would rent out a studio or work in her studio rather then at his dwellings. Because of this, Eponine had to be extra careful nit to leave anything around that would hint at her true gender. Slowly, the painting progressed.
And now the chapter stops, a good clifie I think. I'll try not to keep my faithful reviewers waiting, but during the summer I have a very busy schedule and I don't know how often I'll touch a computer, I'll be away for three weeks now so don't hold your breath for any more until then. By fall though I should be updating regularly again and I will also hopefully be full of amazing ideas. Review, please and tell me how my story is. Sorry to keep you waiting
Chao,
Brown-Eyed Fencer of Conté (flyery)