LES DÉSCENDANTS

Excerpt from the end of Avenir

You and me

Have seen everything to see

From Marseilles to sweet Parie -

We have so much left to do...

But together, I know

We'll make it through it all, although -

It might seem impossible

Our love will see it through---

For if heaven and hell decide,

That they both are satisfied

Illuminate the "no's" in their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you, when your soul embarks,

Then I will follow you into the ---

Our lips were a mere inch away from meeting when Enjolras suddenly widened his eyes, and straightened up.

"What is that..."

"What's what?" I said. Enjolras sounded scared...he never sounded scared, not even on the barricade. Still holding onto me with one hand, he pointed up at the sky.

That was when I saw it.

An ominous streak.

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"WE ARE BEING ATTACKED!" 

"MARSEILLES JUST DECLARED WAR ON PARIS!"

"AVENIR!" screamed Enjolras. He was holding up the artifact, shaking my shoulders, trying to free me from my trance... "AVENIR, WE CAN GO BACK!"

"Enjolras," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I can't let an entire city die..."

We watched in horror as the flare dropped closer and closer to the Earth....

Raising my face to the heavens, looking up at the stars, I screamed,

"I WISH TO SAVE THEM ALL! I WISH TO HAVE MORE TIME!"

The artifact began to glow, and the golden threads surrounded us.

Enjolras put his arms tightly around me, and I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. I continued to hold onto the artifact with both hands, but my eyes never left his face.

My warrior.

"In case this doesn't work, I love you," I whispered, just as the force of the bomb, the weapon...whatever it was struck the Earth.

A roar of such magnitude that I had never heard before, filled the air. Enjolras pulled me down with a great force, and guarded me with his body.

"NO!!! ENJOLRAS!!!"

I looked up at the stars, praying, wishing...someone...anyone...

And then -

Oblivion.

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Enjolras remained curled into a fetal position, holding onto Avenir for dear life.

He felt her hair slapping onto his face due to the force of the wind that was transporting them back, back, back...and even though his eyes were closed, there was a brightness he saw in the dark, a brightness which even his eyelids wouldn't conceal.

Was it working, or was this oblivion?

And suddenly he was hearing voices.

"Enjolras!"