I own nothing, but minor OCS.
I doubt anyone will want to read about me in the future, but what I know about the de Chagny brothers and their high ranking the courts would spin lies about this breath taking tale of true love. So I feel the need to tell my side of what happened. I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Christine Destler but I'm better known as Christine Daae. And this is what really happened.
I was born in Uppsala, Sweden in the spring of 1863. My mother was the picture perfect wife or so I was told. You see my mother died when I was but three. So I remember little of her. But what papa told me that he saw her in me every day. You see I had inherited my mother's kind heart and gentle soul as well as her green blue eyes but I had my father's wavy auburn hair.
My childhood was not as well to do as nobility but my family was not poor .My father was a well known violinist, so after my mother died he and I became inseparable. We traveled city to city playing music. The children in those cities became in some ways my friends but then again they never truly knew. Once when we lived by the sea I remember meeting my first real friend so to speak. His name was Raoul; he was so sweet at that time. He even went into the surf to get my scarf that had blown out of my hair. In the coming weeks I and Raoul would every waking moment together. Reading stories to each other as my father play the violin. My papa and I never stayed in one place for long, soon Raoul and lost touch. My life continued like this until I was seven years old. That is when my life changed forever. My father became very ill and eventually died from this illness. My only luck in this tragic event was that we were in Paris at the time. A friend of my mother came to take me to the opera house. But before my father died he told me that when he was in heaven that he would send me the angel of music to watch over me , be there for me ,and protect me. At that moment I did not want an angel. I wanted my papa; I wanted the one person that understood me. But I learned through this we do not always get what we want.
My world changed in a way I could never imagine. I now had, in a way, a permanent home and friends. Through like the other they never saw past the mask I wore. That hid me from the world. I knew that they felt sorry for me. And some even pitied me. I remember being made fun of by some of them. But most of all I remember crying myself to sleep most nights. Soon I was given my own room because of that. At the age of eleven I caught the eye of the man that would later be my husband.