Enjolras has always been my favorite. I couldn't help but think, however, that he HAD to love a person just as much (if not more) than France. I kind of wish I was Arielle (The one of my creation, not Disney's.) REVIEW! Please? I'll update as often as possible.

Disclaimer: If I actually owned this stuff, would I be here?

Prologue

When Arielle Lisette Lacoursiere was ten years old she witnessed the execution of a man in the center of Paris. Not anyone she knew, no, but it was a life all the same. Guilty of the crime of treason, treason in the form of plotting against the crown. The guns were lifted and the order was given, and the gathered crowd breathed as one, felt the man's helplessness and despair. But when the sound of gunshots rang out Arielle buried her face in her hands. She was unable to stomach the cruelty of injustice. Beneath the rising sun beliefs were lit, grown by visions, fed by dreams. Something catastrophic was set in motion that day. A life, a destiny, prepared to be fulfilled.

Vive la France.