Somewhere on Alternia, stands a vacant building. At one point in time; sweeps ago, this building used to house operas. Marvelous productions, music poured through the stain glass, the doors, and the windows. At least, that is what I remember. Heading into the Alternian Opera House in my wheelchair, with assistance guiding my way through the big wooden carved doors. Inside is just like how I remember, except everything is dual. The golden statues were now covered with dust and were rusted, the stage was broken.
"Gather around please," A troll pauses, "the auction will begin momentarily."
This troll was tall, happened to have a Scorpio symbol on her blue dress. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another human; she still looks younger than what her age is. The space symbol on her shirt gave away of who she was. She cautiously turns her head to see me, giving me a smile, as she came close to me.
"its great to see you again rose lalonde." She says.
I look up at her, giving her a small smile back.
"It's great to see you again, Jade."
"im sorry to hear about your loss."
"It's okay . . ." I started to say, before I interrupted.
"please take your seats," another troll says, "the auction will now begin."
This troll was also tall, his white shirt has a purple Aquarius symbol on it. Jade goes back to her seat and everyone pay more attention to the troll.
"my name is cronus ampora," he pauses, "i wvill be your auctioneer today. To start off, lot 662, a the costume of the condense from the production of ancestry by meulin leijon. Starting bid at fivve boondollars."
Someone rose their hand.
"fivve, thank you!"
Another one bids against.
"six," Cronus pauses, "sevven?"
The man who bided for five, shook his head.
"sold, your number sir?"
The bidder shows his number.
"thank you." Cronus pauses, "lot 663, humans and trolls a poster for this houses production of ancestry by meulin leijon. kurloz, aranea if you please."
A tall troll, dressed like a skellington holds up a poster, it looked like his mouth was sown shut.
"Showing here." Aranea says.
I glance up, seeing the poster. Seeing the people who I knew.
"starting the bid at three boondollars."
I raise my hand.
"three, thank you!"
Another troll, a crossed the room, raises his hand.
"Five."
"fivve, thank you sir."
I raise my hand again.
"six, thank you," Cronus pauses, "against you sir, six?"
He shakes his head.
"selling at six boondollars then," Cronus pauses, "six once . . . selling twvice . . . sold to rose lalonde, thank you vvery much."
Kurloz places the poster at the edge of the stage.
"lot 664, a human weapon and three skulls from the production of sober clown demon, by makara." Cronus pauses, as Kurloz picks up a wooden block with the items Cronus had said, "10 boondollars for this."
A hand goes up.
"10, thank you."
Another hand goes up.
"15, thank you, madam!"
The troll on the other side shakes his head that he is out of the bid.
"sold for 15," Cronus pauses, "your number, miss?"
She shows her number.
"thank you." Cronus pauses, "lot 665, humans and trolls, a musical box in the shape of a organ, attached is a figure of a of a spider, dressed in blue robes, playing a human instrument. this item discovvered in the vvaults of the theatre, still in wvorking order."
Kurloz holds the musical box up.
"Showing here." Aranea says.
The box starts playing a song, it reminds me of that night, long ago. Da dada da da da da da da da dadada.
"may i ask the bidding start at 20 boondollars." Cronus says.
I raise my hand.
"20, thank you."
Another troll raises his hand.
"25, thank you."
"30." Jade says.
"30 on my right, thank you madam."
I raise my hand for 35 boondollars.
"35." Cronus waits for any more bidders, "selling at 35 boondollars then. 35 once. 35 twice. sold to rose lalonde. thank you, vvery much."
Kurloz goes to put it next to the poster.
"Please, let me see it before you put it on the ground." I say.
The troll walks up to me, and holds it in front of me. I could see my matesprit talking to me about it.
"This is such a remarkable piece, it is so detailed, just like she said." I pause, "She often spoke of you, my friend, your velvet lining and you're figuring of lead."
Kurloz goes to put it next to the poster.
"Will you still play?" I pause, picturing her, "When all the rest of us are dead?"
Cronus looks at me, then at the item under a large sheet.
"lot 666, then. a chandelier in pieces." He pauses, "some of you may recall the strange affair of the phantom of the serket. a mystery nevver fully explained. wve are told my friends that this is the vvery chandelier that figures in that famous disaster. our wvorkshops have restored it, wvired fittings for the newv electric light, so wve might get a hint of howv it wvill look like wvhen reassembled."
Everyone's eyes are drawn towards the item.
"perhaps wve might frighten awvay the ghost of so many years ago, wvith a little illumination." Cronus pauses, "kurloz if you please."
The sheet is lifted off of the chandelier as Kurloz raises it to the sky, the lights lit up the room. Now everything looks exactly like how I remember it.