PROLOGE

I watched the dust dance in and out of the rays of sun. Men, all of which have entrusted me to lead them, expect so much. Would I be to blame for leading them into death? Would the shed blood be my fault? I did not doubt it wasn't. No, I had to doubt that we would win. That was until I learned what I had to lose.

Maybe a person does not fully know the risks until they know what they were risking. It is even worse when it is love at risk. Love, the thing that seems to flow through the streets of Paris in the romantic areas and be non-existent in the lower, less appreciated areas.

What is it is high verses low? Rich verses poor? And to stubborn fools verses one another? That is the story of me and Eponine.

To understand this story, understand this: Le véritable amour est d'aimer quand les temps sont mauvais, pas mauvais jusqu'à ce qu'ils obtiennent.

True love is love when times are bad, not bad until they get.