Gavroche

393 AC - Most of the time, he appears when I think about the strikes back in Hadera, about the labor rallies and picket lines… That's when the Eidolon would manifest, wending his way among the workers. Some were amused to see him strolling through the crowd, while others were annoyed by his presence. In a way, the kid was a symbol of our resistance: Our protests were joyful, full of hope for a better tomorrow. And when the violence started, he became the symbol of our defiance. I watch him strolling through the ruins, tossing little nuggets of Aerolith into his basket just as the energy specialists had asked him to. All around, the abandoned warehouse serves as an arena for the tune he's singing: "When I'm flying through the air, I blame it on Voltaire. Falling to the ground below, I blame it on Rousseau."

Flying through the air… How fitting. Thanks to all this Aerolith, red as a cherry tomato, other airships will take flight… All evidence suggests that the civilization that once lived here had also managed to harness the power of this levitating stone. It must have been central to their whole way of life, nestled up here in the clouds. Gavroche pulls another jewel from the rubble, this one the size of a fist. It shimmers in the afternoon light, then starts floating in the air. If we'd wanted to, we could have used it to make bombs to fight back against the repression. But when we went on strike, we swore to each other that our protest movement would be a peaceful revolt. We were so naive back then.

An iconic character from Victor Hugo's Les Misérables, Gavroche is a mischievous and resourceful street urchin. In the republican uprising of June 1832, he steals from the dead to gather unused cartridges and bring them back to his friends in the rebellion. He is fired upon the whole time, but none of the National Guardsmen's bullets can seem to hit him. Until the fateful shot that leaves him falling to the earth, his nose in the gutter.

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