A/N: Hey there, fellas! I was inspired by thatweirdtheatrekid's style of writing. So, I'm gonna try to imitate/copy/(whatsoever) her style of writing. I'm very sorry for my readers of my first story. I made so many promises, yet I break all of them. Very, very sorry. But don't worry, I won't leave that one. I just lost my inspiration due to my school works, performances, projects, and practices. My high school Life is... shit.
I know! I need to finish my school for my future. But honestly, I don't know what I wanted to be. I'm lost. That's why I joined so many clubs in my school and I'll see where I can spread my wings, but my schedule was a mess, too. Contradictions.
The last club I joined was the school choir. The consequences for not attending on our club practices was 'not letting anyone who didn't practiced with us to perform on school programs, even if you knew the song, you're not allowed to perform'. But the schedule of my practices is conquering my Advance Mathematics subject and my 'Arnis' practice. So... yah. I'm fucked up.
Okay, enough of me rambling about my stupid life. This will be my first phan-fic. I wanna remind those 'die hard phans' that I won't considered myself as a phan. I love POTO/LND, E/C pairing, using Erik as the real name of Phantom (Erik Destler, actually). I hate Raoul. But I, truly, knew very little about the other versions like Kay's, Leroux's, etc, etc. I don't even know what version of POTO does Nadir Khan appeared. I visualized Rierra for portraying my E/C. I seldom visualized Gemmy, either I was forced to do or my mind said the description was fit for them.
For my future LND phan-fic, I like to use Rierra, of course, as E/C. But about the trio, Squelch, Gangle, Fleck, I like to imagine the actors (I forgot their names, sorry) from the 2012 movie version of LND.
Again, I will not promise the number of chapters. I'll just let my mind control this story. I will not promise you, to all of you, anything. Time where I can or can't update, anything.
Oh God, I'm rambling again.
Okay, let's go!
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTO/LND. ONLY THE OC's AND OTHER STUFFS YOU'RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH.
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Turn Back Time
Prologue
There, on a corner of the room, was a girl who's always believing. Believing in magic, dreams, destiny, fate, God. Everything that science can't explain. She lives in fantasy, for that's the only place where she can do everything. Fly, beat a monster bigger than you, cast a magic spell, and predict everything.
But that's also the reason why she don't have a lot of friends.
They thought she's crazy. Odd. Alien. They hate her. Her, for believing such things like ghosts, fairies, and ogres. They're too realistic. They believe in every scientific explanations.
But she shrugged it off. Yet, a part of her was telling her to believe them. To let go of that childish antics. Live in reality. To embrace the truth.
That fantasy is a lie.
She didn't want to. She knew that she's matured enough to face the world while believing in Fantasy. To live with it.
She's Christine Daae. 17, turning 18 on October 22, which is two weeks left. She got a wide chocolate-brown eyes, a perfect bow of lips, pointed nose, a pale complexion, and curly dark-brown hair up to her hips. She's your typical school girl, not too fat, not too thin, not too short, not too tall. Average. With light freckles scattered on both of her rosy cheeks, she's an almost-perfect representation of an Angel, plus her angelic voice, both in singing and talking.
She's a bookworm. She likes History of the World and anything about fiction, just give it to her, she'll appreciate it. Dancing, she can do it but she's not very good at it. Waltz, that's the only dance she mastered. She loves to cook, especially on special occasions like Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays, and New Year. But since she just live alone, with Meg and her pet, Athena, her Siamese cat, had a white fur but its face, ears, feet, and the tip of its tail was covered in black fur, she just cook only for them. Exception is when Meg's boyfriend, Johann Marcus Laurent, and/or her mother, Antoniette Giry, were present at their dorm.
She and Meg, her only best friend, love movies. They both love to pair movie characters, not to mention male-to-male pairings, because that's their forte. On believing, fantasizing everything. Their favorite genres are romance, especially dark romance, comedy, musical, and drama.
Just like any other girl, Christine is a fan. A 'phan', rather.
Phantom of the Opera. She love it very much. Every version, she watched/read it almost a hundred times. She love the Phantom very much, that if he's true, she's willing to give herself to him. She still have that control on herself about men, but the Phantom is another case. She believe that she's the resurrected version of Christine Daae, because, duh, she's the splitting image of her! Exception is she's born in France while her idol was born in Sweden.
Her father, Gustave Daae, was a certified Swedish. Her mother, Marie Roche, was half-British, half-French. But her French side was dominant because she was born and raised in France. In France, they met, studied college together, made their own family, married, and both died. Her mother died giving birth to her, that's why she's a little boyish. Her father died after her 7th Birthday because of stroke. Good thing Antoniette was a friend of her mother, and heard the news about the oprhaned Christine. She was then sent on her wing and treated her as her own.
She knew that her name, family history, and appearances are not just a coincidence. Destiny. She knew that there's a Phantom for her. That their love story will finally continue and, hopefully, bring justice to Erik, the Phantom. She hope that there's an Erik Destler on this world. That he'll meet her anytime soon. Meeting him in her school was impossible, because she knew every person's face in that campus, every teaching and non-teaching personnel, every student. None. No Erik Destler.
"Christine!" someone called, shaking her off from her train of thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Meg. What is it?" she asked quietly, not wanting to catch the attention of their professor.
"I was asking you about the answer on number five, test three!" Meg exclaimed quietly.
She giggled, knowing that History is Meg's weak point. She studied the question first. Finally, she got the best answer and give it to Meg.
A tongue stucking out upwards means A, a finger drum-roll means B, a pout means C, and a slap on her wrist means D.
Christine slap her wrist, drawing attention of the professor. She froze, as she heard her full name.
"Christine Rose Roche Daae!"
"Yes, sir?" she asked innocently, though fear of being caught was present on her feet, shuffling uncontrollably.
"Silence." the professor said. Gaze with a hint of suspicion was burning to her.
She bowed her head, silently cursing herself for slapping her wrist too hard.
It hurts, she thought. She rubbed her wrist absentmindedly while studying the questionnaire.
"Sorry." she heard Meg's whisper.
She needed inspiration. She needed an ounce of Phantom, her father, her mother, anyone that inspires her to do such things. To continue in life. Good thing, she wear her father's ring, a gold ring. That ring was a family's, not his wedding ring. His wedding ring was buried with him, he just wrote on his last will that the family's ring must be passed on her. That's the only treasure that was left on the Daae family.
She kissed the golden band, and say a little prayer for her father and mother. After saying her prayer, she continued to her test.
Time to work.
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"Christine, I'm so sorry! I didn't even think that Prof. Fouché will caught you! I thought our 'sign-language' will be the most clever, stealthiest thing! Oh, God. I'm so sorry!" Meg rambled.
"Meg, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine? Prof. Fouché didn't even revealed our 'most clever, stealthiest sign-language'" Christine said.
The girls burst into giggles. Giggles turn to laughters. Until...
"Hey! Have some respect! I'm trying to sleep here!"
"Sorry, Monsiuer Baschet!" they both exclaimed.
"I guess we can call it a night?" Christine asked.
Meg yawned, and nodded. Mumbling a goodnight to her friend, she climbed up to their double-decked bed and dived into her soft pillows.
Christine giggled. Knowing that her friend is as exhausted as she is. This school year will be their last, and they can finally graduate. Final semester is coming up, so do those hellish theses. She finally felt the shroud of sleep encasing her tired body. Before she dive into her pillows, she said a silent, short prayer. After that, she let the void consume her, drifting off to sleep.
On the corner of a room, a faint glimmer of golden light was emitted. Athena noticed it, meowing at the glimmer. But the Siamese shrugged it off, letting itself to drift off to sleep, too.
Suddenly, a shadow passed through the window. The glimmer grew stronger, and the wind was whispering something. The breeze blew through Christine's ear. It whispered something to her.
"Christine..."
The golden glimmer was gone when Christine opened her sleepy eyes.
"Who's there?" she asked, her voice husky because of her sleep induced state.
No answer.
She shrugged it off and drifted to sleep again, not minding the whisper.
Then, the glimmer of gold light from her father's ring shine again.
"Christine..." the voice whispered to the room again.
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A/N: A few changes about the ring. I am very bad at describing something, like ring, dresses, and such. So I just go with a simple gold ring. Sorry for the late change.