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Lily POV:

We have to start here? Really? Okay fine. In the beginning everyone's born; I was too. I can't remember much about when I was born and I have no one to actually tell me. But I know that my dearest mama died in childbirth, I never knew her. My papa would say she was the most beautiful woman in the world and that I would grow up to be the spitting image of her. I hoped that I would look like her. 

I thought I would have a normal childhood. Yet I got the opposite. I was only one year old when my papa died from pneumonia. Well I don't think it could get worse from- Oh wait... my oldest sister, Ariana, abandoned me at an orphanage after papa died. She took all of the inheritance and my other sister, Lexis, with her. I was left with my older brother Tip. 

It might've just been us alone in a big orphanage but it was home...and also hell. I was bullied often when I learned to walk and talk properly. You see, I had been born with polio, which made me crippled on one leg and the cause of my mother's death. I used a crutch which often got broken. This torment went on for years. Which takes us to today. I'm currently five years old, living in the orphanage with Tip and ready for a new day. My name is Lily Boleyn and I am an orphan.

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Third Person POV:

Three twenty-one-year-olds walk down the cobblestone streets of Paris, two men and one woman. The woman has wavy brunette locks that frame her heart-shaped face. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkle with happiness as she meanders around the city with her friends. Her name is Kaylin.

The taller man has blonde hair that curls at the ends, hair that has a mind of its own and always seems to have that one lock hanging over his deep blue eyes. His six-foot-tall frame dwarfs his sole female friend's five-foot-four stature, the other man being an inch or two shorter. This blonde man's name is Enjolras... well his last name is Enjolras.

The final man has curly dark brown hair with slight sideburns. He has dark brown eyes like Kaylin, although they aren't related. This man's name is Feuilly, again his last name, and he is an orphan.

Kaylin is the only one of the three to go by her first name, and she knows Enjolras', which she uses every chance she gets, just to annoy him. With eyes glimmering mischievously, she taps him on the shoulder, leaning up slightly to reach. "Tag," she declares softly, daring him to say anything back at her.

"Kay, we're twenty-one," Enjolras sighs, running a hand through his blonde mop. "We are not playing tag."

"Oh come on Gabriel," she smirks, walking backwards through the streets. "Live a little."

Feuilly muffles a snort at Gabriel's absolutely done expression.

"I knew it was a mistake to be friends with you..." Enjolras trails off under his breath. Laughing softly to herself, Kaylin steps over a crack in the sidewalk.

"You do remember we met when we were literally just born, right?" Kaylin clarifies. Her and Enjolras' parents were close friends. The two are both bourgeois-born, and both hate their social status with a burning passion. They met Feuilly when they were nine, on a spite-fuelled adventure that their parents definitely wouldn't approve of.

"That is the truth, although I distinctly remember you were the one that always seemed to get me in trouble." Kaylin emits a very unladylike snort.

"And that," she starts, deftly avoiding the fact, "is not the point." She smiles innocently. "It's something our parents would hate."

Enjolras smirks. "...Alright. But that's the only reason why I'm doing this."

"Oh you know you love it," she retorts sassily, spinning around to face her friends as she walks backwards once more. "But anyway, you're it." She immediately turns and starts sprinting down the street. Feuilly looks at his friend, smiles, and follows after Kaylin, running away from the man who is 'it.'

"I hate you both!" Enjolras calls down the street after them as he chases after them.

Kaylin laughs through a breath of air. "You love me!" she shouts over her shoulder, giggling all the while. Enjolras and Kaylin are currently courting each other and have been for three years now. Both of their parents are only accepting this relationship because of the opposite family's social status. And Enjolras and Kaylin love each other deeply. They've been inseparable ever since they turned six: the day of the infamous food fight. The jury is still out on who actually won, but Kaylin will declare until her dying day that she was the victor.

Ducking into an alleyway, Kaylin dashes down the side street with Enjy hot on her heels, Feuilly in the middle. Laughing uncontrollably, she pushes herself to go even faster, skidding on the street as she makes a sharp turn. Feuilly nearly falls flat on his face following her footsteps, but he regains his balance.

Kaylin slows down, looking around the street in shock and sadness. Enjy stops suddenly, face going still as marble. Feuilly's expression just drops.

The three have walked straight into one of the poorest sections of France, the slums of Saint Michelle. Kaylin and Enjolras have never seen this before, although they are aware of the money discrepancy between their families and Feuilly.

Kaylin's heart breaks for the people here, especially the children. Seeing a small boy, she beelines over to him and crouches down at his side. "Hi," she greets lightly. "I'm Kaylin. What's your name?"

The tiny boy looks at her and smiles. "The name's Gavroche, ma'am!" he says back, jokingly tipping an imaginary hat.

Kaylin laughs softly. "Gavroche, that's a nice name."

While Kaylin and Gavroche strike up a conversation, Enjolras looks around the street, growing more and more infuriated at the king, and by extension the bourgeois who let the king get away with this.

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Feuilly slowly walks towards the orphanage in the street, next to a titled café that looks as if it is about to fall over at any moment. The faded letters at the entrance spell out "Café Musain," where Enjolras will spend a clear majority of his time for the next five years. Pulling the worn, wooden door to the orphanage open, he steps into the run-down building slowly, the floor creaking underneath him.

"Leave my sister alone!" a young voice chimes from Feuilly's right, a boy around five being the speaker. Feuilly turns, seeing a small boy standing in front of a girl that looks a lot like him, presumably his sister.

A semicircle of older-looking boys surround the two. The young girl holds onto a crutch as if it is her lifeline, her knuckles slowly turning white from the tightness.

"A guard dog, Lily?" the boy in the center says snarkily. "I never thought you could fall this low, but here we are." The girl, apparently named Lily, shrinks back from him. Feuilly frowns, upset that this young girl who has done nothing wrong is being bullied.

Lily's brother glares at the boys with all the spite a nearly-six-year-old can muster. "I am not a guard dog."

"Seems like you are, Tip," the leader of the boys replies, pronouncing Tip's name as if he is dirt on the bottom of his shoe. "Why do you even protect the crip anyways? She can't even walk right."

Feuilly, having heard enough, decides to step in. "Okay, that's enough." The group of boys freeze, shocked and scared (although they will deny it) at the sudden arrival of a man much taller than they are. "I think you should apologize to both Lily and Tip."

The bullies squeak out an apology, stuttering most of their words, turn around, and run away.

Lily slowly begins to smile, a smile wide enough to pull at the corners of her mouth. Feuilly smiles back and crouches down next to the siblings. "I'm Feuilly," he introduces himself. "You're Lily and Tip, right?"

Lily hesitatingly nods. "Thank you, Monsieur Feuilly!" she chirps.

Feuilly laughs at being called Monsieur. "Just Feuilly, please."

Tip grins. "Okay, 'just Feuilly,'" he says jokingly. Lily giggles softly. Feuilly sighs.

"I walked into that one, didn't I?" The two children nod in unison. "Okay then."

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Outside of the orphanage, Kaylin has decided to attempt to sneak Gavroche into either her or Enjolras' house for the night. Standing up and taking Gavroche's hand, she walks over to Enjy, who has been ranting about the king and the bourgeois in French and English.

"Enj," Kaylin sighs, looking up at him. "Deep breaths."

Gavroche shifts from foot to foot awkwardly as Enjolras does what Kaylin says.

"That's it," he declares furiously, turning on his heel and striding away from the street. Furrowing her eyebrows, Kaylin walks after him, nearly jogging to keep up with him. Gavroche, who is still holding onto Kaylin's hand, is forced to follow.

"Enj!" Kaylin exclaims as the man in question ignores her. "Enjolras." 

No response.

"Gabe."

Again, he doesn't acknowledge her voice, angrily setting a brisk pace to who knows where.

"Gabriel!"

He slows down slightly, allowing Kaylin and Gavroche to catch up to him.

"Where are you going?" Kay wonders softly.

"To the king," Enjolras replies shortly. "To give him a piece of my mind."

"You can't," responds Kaylin matter-of-factly. "You'll get either thrown in jail or executed."

Enjolras snaps. "It's better than sitting around doing absolutely nothing!" he exclaims loudly. "You saw that same as I did."

Kaylin pinches the bridge of her nose in slight exasperation. "One, I know. Two, one person can't do anything without a plan. Three, we left Feuilly. Four, we have accidentally kidnapped a seven-year-old kid. Five, you need to slow down for a minute and think," she lists out.

Enjolras pauses for a brief second. "...you're right," he admits reluctantly.

"Exactly," Kaylin declares. "You can't go storming into the palace guns blazing and demand for change. These types of things take time, patience, and planning." A cliché lightbulb appears over Enjolras' head.

"So you're saying we should revolt..." Enjolras trails off, thinking hard.

Kaylin shrugs. "Better than having no plan at all."

Gavroche sticks his hand out to Enjolras. "I'm Gavroche. And you are?"

Enjolras looks down at the small boy and shakes his hand. "Enjol-"

"Gabriel," Kaylin interjects.

"Kaylin."

"It is your name, is it not?" Kaylin replies innocently.

Gabriel - I mean Enjolras - sighs. "Yes, but I despise it." Gavroche looks between the two older people, incredibly confused.

"But anyway, I'm going to need your help on something," Kaylin implores Enjolras.

He looks at her with one eyebrow raised. "What's the something? I've learned to ask that question after years of being pulled into your elaborate ideas."

Kaylin ignores the second sentence he said and explains her plan. "I'm sneaking Gav into either your house or mine."

Gavroche's eyebrows raise sky-high. "Wait what?? And Gav?"

Kaylin looks down at him. "You heard me. And yes, Gav."

"You learn to deal with it," Enjolras sighs. "She learned my first name when we were... five? And she's always called me it-"

"Because you always get annoyed," Kaylin finishes his sentence. "But we'd better get going. Mother and Father are going to think we're doing something-" she gasps sarcastically - "undecent."

Enjolras rolls his eyes at their parents' dramatics. "Good idea." It's a miracle, the almighty Enjolras admits somebody else had a great idea! The three walk off towards their houses.

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Lily, Tip, and Feuilly slowly began to bond at the orphanage. As Tip heads off to get ready for bed, Lily stays behind to talk more with Feuilly.

"...Are you going to come back?" she questions hesitatingly, already bracing herself for the 'no.'

Feuilly smiles and nods. "Sure! If you want me to."

"Really?!" Lily exclaims, shocked.

"Yeah," Feuilly responds. "I'll always be there for you if you want me to be."

Lily grins widely and hugs his legs. "Thank you thank you thank you!!" she rattles off within three seconds. Feuilly laughs and hugs her back.

"I'll be with you until the end of the line," Feuilly whispers softly into her hair.

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of Little Lily!! This is basically just a prologue kind of? It'll be interesting as the story unfolds and gets closer to the barricades. That's all I'm saying. Have a great morning/afternoon/evening!!

       -WifeOfEnjolras