On the way to the Bastille, the French guard was accompanied by a cheering population.
The crowd stole 32,000 pistols and 12 cannons from the Invaliden Cathedral.
More and more women and men flocked to the soldiers and the citizens who had already followed them and stormed to the Bastille.
Once there, Oscar and her soldiers were cheered by the people.
"Soldiers of the Bastille! Withdraw cannons and surrender!"
bellowed Bernard and shot in the air.
The commandant of the Bastille was a crafty man.
"We promise not to attack if you don't attack us!"
The soldiers near him looked in disbelief.
"We will lower the drawbridge and let some of them in. When we close the bridge again, we can kill the people in peace. That will scare off the other citizens."
"See, they're lowering the drawbridge."
The people were irritated.
"Something is wrong there."
Oscar was worried.
"You would never give up."The people poured into the Bastille.
After some disappeared inside, the bridge went up again.
Those trapped noticed the trap too late.
The drawbridge was locked.
Nobody came in and nobody came out either.
Oscar trembled with anger.
"That was a trap! Damn it, they can shoot people a lot better now!"
The first shots were rang out and the death screams of the people seemed to go through their marrow and bone.
This insidious ambush caused popular anger to explode.
"To attack!"
"Shoot!"
Bernard came to Oscar.
"It will not work like that…"
"We need the cannons."
The two of them looked in surprise at the third one who had rushed up.
It was Maximilian de Robespierre.
We should hear a lot more from him.
Oscar got off his horse.
"Come on, Alain, the cannons! Put the cannons on!
"Juchuuuu! See the soldiers of the French Guard are setting up the cannons! We have a chance!"
The people let Oscar and her troop through so they could position the cannons.“Load ammo!” Oscar drew her sword. "Aim for the drawbridge! Fire!"
The crowd watched with jubilation as the bullets gradually hit their targets.
The soldiers aimed the cannons at the bridge and the upper part of the Bastille, where the soldiers of the Marquis de Launay holed up.
"Fire!"
Alain stood behind one of the cannons aimed at the drawbridge.
"Commander, please, take more cover."
How beautiful she was.
André was so lucky to be loved by this woman.
Her blond hair was blowing in the wind.
She stood there proudly ...
"Aim at the commander."
Launay didn't want to give up.
"When she's dead, the rest will be a walk-through."
Six rifles were aimed at the former commandant of the royal guards regiment.
Alain looked up at the tower.
An icy shock went through him when he saw where the guns were pointing.
"Oscar ..."
He jumped up and ran.
Suddenly six shots rang out in quick succession.Two bullets missed their target ...
But the others met.
Oscar felt the pain that threatened to tear her apart.
The sword and pistol slipped from her.
The legs failed.
The place in front of the Bastille suddenly seemed deserted.
The cannons were silent
The rifles stopped.
It was as if time stood still.
Oscar slowly sagged to the floor.
"Commander…!"
Alain caught her at the last moment.
The soldiers were stunned.
"Commander, please you ..."
"Why are the cannons silent?" whispered Oscar.
"You have to go on, aim the cannons on the drawbridge and attack!"
Oscar was trembling in pain.
"That is an order! Are you going to defy my order?"
Still rigid with grief, the men stalked to the cannons.
“For our commander!” Alain took command.
They put all of their anger into the subsequent attacks.
"You will regret that up there!"
Some soldiers were crying.
Meanwhile, Bernard carried Oscar to a place where the wounded were treated."Please hold on. Back there, the injured Rosalie ..."
Oscar held the bleeding wound on his stomach with his hand.
"Bernard, please ..."
She tried desperately to take a breath.
"Let me down here, I want to rest."
Bernard put it carefully on the floor.
Rosalie saw her husband and immediately ran to help.
When she arrived and saw who he was holding in his arms, she collapsed crying.
"Oh, Lady Oscar, not you!"
My God, how can she be so beautiful at the moment of death ...
Bernard was desperate.
"Rosalie, we need to stop her bleeding."
Bernard held Oscar's head.
"A doctor, get a doctor!"
Both looked at each other.
Rosalie ran off.
"Bernard, the soldiers have to keep fighting."
Oscar sighed in pain.
"Freedom, brotherhood and equality. These noble ideals are worth fighting for ..."
Bernard looked up.
"Look, a white flag on the Bastille. Your soldiers have taken the Bastille!"A tear rolled down her cheek.
"... And to die ..."
Her breath got worse and worse.
"Tell André that I love him and that I will wait for him."
She cried.
"I promised him to come back and I couldn't keep my promise."
Blood ran from her mouth.
"God will forgive me."
Bernard sobbed.
"You mustn't talk, Oscar."
Her blue eyes flashed one last time in the sunlight.
Her blonde hair fell gently over her shoulder.
"Long live the power of the people. Long live France."
She felt that her heart had no strength to keep beating.
"Adieu."
Bernard sat beside her crying.
The angel of France who had led the people here had died.

"I can't find a doctor."
Rosalie came back.
"It is too late…"
Bernard held Rosalie tight in his arms, since she had lost her first great love. (Oriented towards Manga)
A man appeared out of nowhere.
He had curly white hair and was surrounded by a bright light."One bullet hit her in the shoulder and one in the stomach. But two bullets hit her heart. She was strong that she lived so long at all."
Suddenly he straightened up.
"Your time has not yet come! God! You know it as well as I do, your faithful servant."
He held up his hands to the sky.
"You sent me to prevent this injustice. I was late. But I'll make up for my mistake."
He leaned over Oscar.
"She is not what you think she is. Oscar Francois de Jarjaye is not a person, but a Valinar. Her father is not General de Jarjaye, but Henry d'Herblay, better known under the name Aramis." "The four musketeers")
Slowly he opened his hand.
There were two balls in it.
Bernard looked involuntarily at Oscar.
"My God ..." he shuddered.
"She lives."
The man went on slowly.
"After Aramis said goodbye to the Musketeers, he wandered restlessly through France.One by one, his friends died and he was alone. He knew that his time was slowly coming to an end and was looking for a woman with whom he could father a descendant. This is how he met Madame de Jarjaye. She already had five children, but couldn't help his charm and advances. After a passionate night in 1759 (Oscar was born four years later in my story, so he became Marie Antoinette's protector at the age of 11), Oscar Francois de Jarjaye was born. Her mother confessed everything to General de Jarjaye. Since the parents knew what she was, they raised the girl as a boy. You know the rest yourself. "
Rosalie and Bernard were stunned by what they had just learned.
"Nobody should know what happened today. Not even Oscar himself. Maybe she will find out her true destiny, maybe not."
The man named Gabriel got up.
"Now bring them to your home, Bernard. I will tell the soldiers that the bullets miraculously missed their hearts."