Not too sure about that title. Kind of just put it on so I could save. Oh well, I sort of like it! Okay here it goes...
"I saw him, and I even went down to his liar!"
Meg Giry was still continuing to tell her tale of the Opera Ghost. It's been almost a year since that incident of the falling chandelier occurred and although most of the talk of him has ceased, no one had forgotten him. Roselle, having moved in from the suburbs, was hearing the story for the first time.
"And he wears a mask, to hide his deformity. That night he took Christine, and they fell down into a trapped door."
Roselle was quickly drawn into her cousin's story. "What did she do, nothing? If I were her I'd fight him, and he'd be sorry he messed with me!"
"No she did none of that I'm afraid. She was scared."
"I'm not afraid of him." Roselle clenched her fist.
Meg chuckled at her cousin's reaction. "You should. But there's nothing to fear now. He's gone. Probably dead."
"How?"
"He hasn't been seen since."
A moment of silence occurred, and both were preoccupied in other things. Roselle was eyeing her hands, Meg running her fingers along her golden hair. Roselle quickly grew heavy eyed, and so announced she was going to bed. Meg agreed that she should too, and they went their separate ways.
Roselle crossed the hall to her room. It was late into the night and all the oil lanterns were dimly lit, revealing dancing shadows upon the walls. Roselle's room was close to the stage entrance, and she paused by her doorway, staring into the dark corridor. There she stood, recollecting her thoughts, and finally decided to venture into the black abyss.
Although she could see nothing, she was aware that she was on the stage. Feeling sure she was alone, she began to sing.
"Wishing on a dream that seems far off,
Hoping it will come today…
Into the starlit night,
Foolish dreamers turn their gaze,
Waiting on a shooting star…"
Her voice was sweet and melodic, and was soft enough not to disturb those in slumber, but loud enough to catch a certain someone's ear.
That's the first chapter! Ya, it's kinda short.
Oh, and as for that song, I didn't write that just so you know. Copyright goes to those Lunar games. I know, video games. Hey, what can I say, I like them, but not as much as my brother. I chose this song 'cause I know it by heart, and always sing it in the shower. It's also a touching song that sort of fits the Phantom.