The Young Leader of the Revolution

by Broadwaykid1832

Red, the color of her dress. Her hair seemed as if it was made of gold. Eyes bluer than the ocean. Her name, Elizabeth. The only name people knew her by. Aged thirteen years, one out of two children of wealthy parents, her brother was the leader of the revolution. His name, Enjolras.

3. Chapter 3

Elizabeth rested a hand on her brothers shoulder. She looked up at the Amis.

"Lamarque is dead," she said. "His death is the hour of fate! The people's man, his death is the sign we await!"

"On his funeral day we will on his name," Enjolras spoke, looking up, " With the light of rebellion ablaze in their eyes. With their candles of grief we will kindle our flame! On the tomb of Lamarque shall our barricade rise. The time is here! Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer!"

"Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts!" Feuilly shouted.

"But a jubilant shout they will come one and all!" Elizabeth added.

They all cheered, "They will come when we call!" The room came alive with cheering and laughter. Preparations began for the Revolution, Elizabeth sat at a table with Jehan and Bossuet stamping papers to hand out.

"I can't believe we are stuck on poster duty," Bossuet mumbled.

"I'd rather be helping my brother with the plans," Elizabeth said placing another poster in the pile. The system the trio had was actually quite simple, Jehan gave the cards to Bossuet, who placed them in the stamp, and handed them to Elizabeth, who placed them in a pile.

"Come on," Bossuet sighed, "Let's go hand these out." The three headed down the stairs and out into the streets.

"One more day before the storm!" Enjolras shouted, who was also out in the streets. Elizabeth made her way over to her brother.

"At the Barricades of Freedom!" Elizabeth added in, passing out a flyer.

"Before the ranks begin to form!" They chorused, the two made their way back into the Musain.

"Will you take your place with me!"

"They time is now! The day is near!" The crowd roared. Enjolras and Elizabeth headed up the stairs and continued to prepare. Elizabeth went back to the table with Jean Prouvaire and Bossuet.

"Is Lamarque's funeral tomorrow?" Bossuet asked.

"Yes, they wanted to have it as soon as possible." Elizabeth responded.

"Are you going to help at the barricades Elizabeth?" Jehan asked.

"Of course I am, I will support this cause until I die," She said, Elizabeth looked around and noticed a certain Pontmercy was missing. "Where is Marius?"

"He went off with his friend Eponine," Jehan said, handing Bossuet card.

"Eponine?" Elizabeth questioned, Before anyone could answer her question, Grantaire spoke up.

"Well look who it is!" He shouted, smirking. Marius the appeared on the staircase and grabbed the red flag that was hanging on a coat hook.

"My place is here!" Marius announced, "I fight with you!"

Tomorrow we'll discover what our God in Heaven has in store!" Everyone cheered, Elizabeth joined her brother at the window. "One more dawn! One more day! One day more!"

Sorry if this chapter is a little rushed, I just wanted to get this scene over with. I promise the next one will be longer. And a special thank you to prydain for following the story!

-Broadwaykid1832