"You do not care about this family, you spend far too much time helping strangers that merely use you for your money!"

"Of course I care about the family, sorry if our spotless reputation is not my number one priority. We could do so much more with our money. We could help people."

"They do not deserve your pity Anatole! They were born the scum of the earth, they will stay the scum of the earth, you are foolish to think that you can change that."

"No Father you are the foolish one."

From a young age Anatole Enjolras knew that the world was diseased, diseased with inequality and prejudice. He knew the only way you could truly make something of yourself was to have the funds to raise your position in society. Unfortunately, the few that did have this privilege were all too often the people that caused the inequality and were the ones that judged. His parents were two of those people. They would often tell him that the poor people were not worth anyone's time, that they had their place in society just as he had his. He was seen as the top of the social ladder, they were seen as being at the bottom. Horses were the families source of income, his parents were famous horse breeders and trainers and were internationally renowned for breeding many of the world's best race horses and event horses

Enjolras would nearly always refuse the gifts his parents would shower him with, he would give clothes that he did not need to the people that did truly need them. He wanted to make a difference in this world. However, there was one gift that he did not refuse, he knew this gift would allow him to escape from the source of tension that was his family. On his seventeenth birthday, his parents bought him a magnificent chestnut horse, who he named Apollo. This horse was his escape, he allowed him to leave his troubles behind and calmed him when his parents would become too much to bear.

Yet again, Enjolras has found himself striding towards Apollo's stable in the late evening after having another disagreement with his father about the improvements that are desperately needed in society. He had stormed out after his father became particularly self righteous, not that this was anything unusual.

Enjolras finally approached the huge, elaborate stable doors and wrenched the doors open. Stepping inside, he took a deep breath, inhaling the calming scent of leather and hay, instantly feeling more relaxed. He quickly grabbed Apollo's tack and made his way to his stable, his footsteps echoing throughout the building. A soft whinny answered his footsteps and Enjolras allowed a small smile to himself. "Hey boy." He whispered as a large head appeared from behind the stable door "About time we went out for a ride don't you think?"

They've been travelling for hours, weaving in and out of the trees that are found in the woods surrounding the family estate. The sun had set a while ago, the moon now casting a silver hue across the landscape, causing the moisture left on the leaves to glisten with a magical quality. The only sound accompanying them was the soft thud of Apollo's hooves on the swaying grass.

Enjolras did have a particular destination he was aiming for, a place that was known as the Red Sands. It was a clearing deep within the woods that stretches a fair distance, which is quite literally covered with red sand, no one knows how it came to be there, which adds to the mystery of the place. However, the reason this place attracts Enjolras, is not because of the colour of the sand from which it gets its name, even though red is undoubtedly his favourite colour, it is rather the way that, when the moon is high in the sky, the sand turns a startling white. The atmosphere that surrounds this place allows him to think, it makes him feel safe, it is his sanctuary.

"Not far now." Enjolras says to his horse, as he brings him to a halt and dismounts, deciding to walk the rest of the way. As he begins to lead Apollo towards the clearing, he hears something, that was completely unexpected, something out of place; soft and beautiful singing. Enjolras stood frozen for a moment, wondering what to do, should he approach this person, or should he turn around and leave, he did want to be alone after all.

After an internal debate with himself, curiosity won out, carefully he tied Apollo to a branch that could easily break if he spooked and then began to creep through the undergrowth towards the singing as if in a trance. Eventually, he reached a parting in the bushes giving him a clear view into the clearing. His gaze swept over the clearing, looking for the source of the music. Finally, his eyes rested on a girl, probably the same age as he was, sitting cross legged, completely alone. The whole scene struck him as very odd, but his breath was taken away by the beauty of it.

The girl herself could very well have been a shadow. Her hair tumbled in dark waves past her shoulders and stopped just short of the the small of her back. Her eyes, which appeared to be almost black in the moonlight were fixed on the trees at the other side of the clearing. They held this mysterious look of sadness and pain and yet they glinted with anticipation and excitement. She was surrounded by the mysterious glow of the crystal-like grains of sand and to Enjolras she was truly mesmerising.

He found himself watching her lips as she sang as if they were hypnotising him. They had cast him under their spell and he was in that much of a trance he failed to notice the rhythmical beats that were coming from the trees. In fact, it was not until she stopped singing and therefore snapped out of his trance that he heard it. He panicked. What if she was in danger? He had an overwhelming urge to protect her even though he did not know her. He couldn't let this magical girl come to any harm.

Suddenly, the girl stood up, Enjolras immediately tensed ready to protect her. The thudding was getting louder, closer. Bushes started to rustle. What had he gotten himself into? Then, the unexpected happened, a huge grin spread across her face, revealing her dimples. Enjolras faltered, thoroughly confused.

"Sabinus!"

Enjolras' heart fell, she was meeting someone.

What are doing Enjolras? You don't know this girl get a hold of yourself.

He was just about to turn away when he caught a glimpse of a shadow entering the clearing. Enjolras frowned at the shape, it wasn't a human. The mysterious girl rushed forward and flung her arms around the creature's neck. "You're late." He heard the girl admonish. He squinted at the shadow of the creature, studying it. She started to walk away from it, chuckling to herself. The creature snorted and started to follow, nudging her hand as they went and Enjolras was finally able to see the animal in profile. A horse. He knew there were wild horses roaming around this area, but he had never had the privilege of seeing one and this girl had tamed one! It should have been near enough impossible for her to do that. Just by watching her, he could she has so many layers, so many secrets. She was surrounded by mystery and Enjolras knew he couldn't forget if he tried. He took one last look at the girl and her horse before returning to Apollo and making his way home.

Enjolras found that he could not get this girl out of his mind. He would insist that it was merely curiosity, but deep down he knew it was so much more than that. It was not curiosity that made him go to that clearing almost every night to watch that girl, he only hoped that she had not been able to see him.

It was the seventh time he made the journey to go and watch her that she wasn't there. He could not help but feel a little deflated at this discovery. So he sat there. He waited for the girl that had him mystified from day one.

Enjolras was beginning to fall asleep, his head jerking every so often, jolting himself awake. He was slowly drifting into unconsciousness when he felt something tap his shoulder. Startled, he leapt to his feet, spinning around at a speed that was capable of giving him whiplash.

"I'm beginning to think Monsieur that you may have an obsession with me."

Note: So this is my first les mis fic, so I apologise if the characters are ooc. I sort of took a gamble with this fic so please review and let me know what you think.

-windowacrosstime