SO. I'm here with another one. This is a different fanfiction. I've got different characters, as the intro states, there are OC characters. These characters belong to me, but the originals, like Christine and Erik belong to their respective owner. Not that I'm even using Christine, Erik, or anyone from the original book. This will be interesting. I've never done a POTO fanfiction before. I do not own POTO. Enjoy. Oh, yeah, PS: Since I don't actually know the story of POTO very well, I'm practically making this a different POTO story altogether. The characters may be somehwat similar though, so we'll see how they fare.

The morning was bright and beautiful. The sun had shone lovingly down at the girl in deep sleep, while cuddled in her blanket and resting her head comfortably on her pillow. Soon, she had awoken, her eyelids slowly opening as she found herself looking to the side where her dresser was. Eventually, she stretched her arms, yawning, and becoming more alive. Hopping out of bed, she changed clothes. From a simple, yet serene daisy yellow nightgown, to a plain and modest dress with the top being a creamy white, and the bottom being a soft pink.

Heading down the stairs, the girl was met by her father, as usual.

"Good morning father."

"Good morning Soleil. Breakfast is ready."

"Thank you father."

As she sat herself on a wooden stool, Soleil ate her breakfast quietly along with her father and as soon as she finished, told him that she was going out for her audition to be either a lead in the musical in the opera house a few streets down their house or the piano player for some of the songs played in the show. waving goodbye, Soleil took her music sheets along with her and was off on a hopeful and bright start.

The opera house was just a few steps away now. Time felt slow for Soleil all of a sudden. Her hands started becoming sweaty, and she was clenching her music sheets harder. As her heart was beating faster, a hand had rested upon hers. Turning to see who it was, Soleil was surprised at who she saw standing before her.

"A very good morning to you, miss Soleil."

"You as well, Viscount Anton."

"Please, how many times must I say it? There's no need to formalize my name because of my title. After all, we have been together as friends from children to adolescence for years."

It was quite true. For several years, Anton and Soleil were childhood companions. They always played together when they were next door neighbours. Eventually though, Anton had to move away due to the status of his family increasing in the ranks. They still kept in touch though, writing letters to each other every day.

"It's been quite a while. Won't you come to dine with me this Saturday at my mansion? My parents would love to see you once again!", Anton asked.

"O-Oh. Well then, I suppose it would be alright. I will have to ask my father though..."

"Your father's already said yes. Don't worry, I took the liberty of asking for you."

"O-Oh my! Well, thank you Anton. I suppose I will be seeing you on Saturday after all!", Soleil brightly smiled.

"I should go now. It's almost time for my audition for the opera."

"Well, best of luck to you then, miss Soleil."

"Thank you Anton. Goodbye."

"Farewell."

As Soleil walked up the stairs, Anton was still at the bottom standing still, patting the small, black box in his coat pocket, breathing a shaky sigh, and having a goofy smile on his face. "I do hope she'll accept it.", he thought to himself.

As she made her way to a seat, Soleil was once again jittery. She was about give a calming breathing time to herself until a man's voice rang out and announced,"Soleil Beaumont, please."

Standing abruptly, the poor girl walked as fast as she could (in reality though, she was quite slow). Soleil wasn't watching where she was going, and suddenly, she had bumped into someone in the dim lighting.

"Oof! I-I'm sorry sir!"

"...breath.", he quietly advised.

"? I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch what you said."

"Take a deep breath.", he repeated, quietly again.

"I-"

"You will be fine, Soleil."

"Who-"

When she had turned around, her eyes were facing a half masked man dressed in black. She couldn't quite see, but it looked as though his light emerald green eyes would bore into her soul, watching her forever. It seemed that his eyes showed such mystery that could never be explained. In that moment, Soleil had unknowingly stepped into a world where drama and wild predicaments would take place.