The beauty and power of the Cathedral looked down upon the peasants. It was here among the tall roofs, the flying buttresses, and the glorious stained windows of blue, yellow, red, and green looked down upon the people as well as the statues of great men looming over the people. It was in this magnificent building that Priest Javert spent his days, he still remembers a prostitute coming to him crying about her sin that she had to do to pay for her daughter. What was that woman's name- Fantine? Long gone now, whoever she was. Javert lit the candles and remembered a man named Jean Valjean confessing to him about stealing bread, Javert's stomach twisted in agony. Bishop Myrel was more open to these sinners, and told them that by confessing their sins they shall be saved, and he gave Valjean those candles which he claimed was a gift. Javert knew better though, mercy was not his thing- he was in the church to give society law and order, and the church was the best way to do it. Monk Grantaire sat in the front row, Grantaire did not know what to believe- occasionally he hung out with the Protestants and was enthralled by Enjolras in particular. Grantaire was a Catholic Monk, but did not exactly believe in Catholicism or Protestantism, but was here because it was comfortable. Enjolras' voice still tugged at his heart, true the blond had a voice that was very loud and almost nasal at times- but not an obnoxious nasal, well- maybe nasal was not the correct word. Either way, Enjolras had a very distinctive and loud voice, there was no denying this. His appearance was one of a Greek god Grantaire thought.. "Monsieur Grantaire!" Javert snapped.

Grantaire walked towards his leader. "Yes father." Javert looked into Grantaire's eyes, brown eyes locking with brown eyes

"I'm sure you have heard about those Protestants running about the city. They are probably meeting in a cafe or somewhere secluded. I feel a calling to seek them out and report them to the authorities. You must tend here to the church." Javert left, Grantaire felt a sour feeling in his stomach- Enjolras! Surely if Enjolras was captured there was one fate- death. Grantaire did not believe in Enjolras' ideals, he was not sure if he believed in anything but he could not stomach the thought of Enjolras in the flames refusing to recant his beliefs.

In a quaint house on the other side of Paris, a beautiful brunette walked through her garden. The stars were coming out as Cosette looked up to the sky "Mother, I know I never met you- but I know you are up there. I love you mommy, I do! I wish I could remember you." Cosette laid down on the soft grass and giggled, her green eyes smiling. "Oh mother, I keep thinking of this boy I met in the park the other day. His name was Marius, he was quite the awkward sort, yet had a charm to him." Cosette smiled, so full of life and faith at this point she stood up and walked through the garden humming. With the backdrop of the Protestant Reformation, this was a peaceful reprieve- a beautiful young lady humming to herself in the garden.
"Cosette!" Marius ran by the gate. "Dear Cosette!"
"Marius!"
The two locked hands and smiled. "I was just tending to the garden, would you like some fruit?" Cosette handed an apple to Marius "Thank you, madimoselle."
In the shadows lurked Eponine, her blond hair was tangled, her blue eyes still showed beauty in them though- she looked longingly at Marius and Cosette "If only it was me..." Eponine muttered.
"I must bid you farewell my dear Cosette." Marius brushed a strand of raven hair out of his face as he dashed away

"Goodbye Monsieur!" Cosette waved as she skipped inside.

Eponine looked longingly at the house "Cosette... that name sounds so familiar." She walked through the streets and came across the students, Courfeyrac with his auburn hair and Joly with his blond hair handing out pamphlets that had to do with the Protestant Reformation- it was there she saw Marius joining them. From the shadows Eponine heard a rustle; it was her father.
"There he is! the one with the black hair is the wealthiest, but rob as many as you can," he whispered.
"No!" Eponine planted herself in his way
"Move out of my way"
Eponine yelled "Leave! Robbery!" Marius and the students fled the site. Eponine felt a sting upon her cheek "Do not interfere again! Or else," her father said. Eponine looked into the distance, glad she did what she did.

Cosette stood by the window brushing her chestnut locks, Valjean entered into her room "My child, how goes it?"
Cosette let out a sweet smile "Very fine, father." She then looked away. "What do you think of this turbulence lately?"
Valjean paused "I agree with salvation through faith in Jesus as one's personal savior, however the idea of totally breaking from the Catholic church i'm uncertain of- I do not think France is ready."
Cosette smiled "Thank you father, I was wondering of that myself. I hope it does not come to bloodshed."
"I hope it does not come to that," Valjean said as both steered into the stars and the large full harvest moon.

Javert that night saw the students distributing pamphlets. "Courfeyrac, you get Rue du..." Enjolras' voice was distinct and loud, this must have been the leader- Javert heard every word he said to this group of students. "For faith alone! scripture alone!" the group chanted, "and don't forgot religious liberty!" Enjolras raised his voice. Grantaire was there also. Javert assumed Grantaire was spying just as he was, but Grantaire came with a different purpose.

"Enjolras, may I help?" Grantaire pleaded, hope showing in his brown eyes, Enjolras disregarded him- why should he let somebody who does not believe in the cause in on the plans?

"Let me help!" a young gamin called Gavroche chimed in, "After all, Enjolras told me that Jesus wanted the little children to come." Enjolras paused.

"Gavroche, this is not safe business- death is a very strong possibility for all of us involved."
"I do not care! I have a better chance of survival than you!"
Enjolras indignantly glared. "Now Enjolras," Combeferre calmed him. "Gavroche you should leave." Gavroche pouted but did not leave, he stayed under the stairs.
"Brothers!" Javert approached them. "I have come to believe in the reformers, let me help!"
Enjolras looked over "Yes, what do you want?"
"Give me your plans, perhaps I can spy on the church."
Enjolras had no reason to doubt this man, the sincerity in his soft voice, and the eagerness of his motions, however his brown eyes concealed his true plan.
"We plan on demonstrating on the steps of Notre Dame tomorrow, to make known our plans. It seems the only way for the church to listen to us is to bring ourselves to the church."
"Thank you monsieur." Javert shook his hand
"Fraud!" Gavroche yelled "This man is a worker for the church, do not believe him!" Feuilly and Courfeyrac tackled Javert and tied him up. Enjolras looked on shocked "A wolf in sheep's clothing.." he muttered "Tie him up! we shall shoot him later!"