Hikari: I know I said my phic would be a parody but…..
Erik: it turned out to be an atrocious piece of--
Hikari: enough! No one asked you! …Meanie.
Erik: proud of it.
Hikari: Be glad I'm not like Rowena…giving you 20 kids!
Erik: O.O um….
Hikari: yeah, exactly, specter-boy. Oh, and this is ALW movie based with some book stuff. Yeah…the usual.
Erik: she DID actually watch a horror movie version of it….
Hikari:…it sucked.
Erik: Woman, just start the phic and continue your rant later.
Hikari: fine fine….
Mon Ange: Prologue
Paris, 1870.
The fire blaze throughout the interior of the opera populaire, ashes of what was once ceiling began to fall down upon the angry mob below; the were faced with enough troubles, endless passageways, trap doors. It all seemed endless; several of their crew had already succumbed to the many traps hidden below the grand opera house. More unnecessary deaths, of course, they all blamed the mysterious phantom.
Speaking of the phantom, Erik had just finished smashing all the mirrors. His image shattered into a million broken reflections. He came to the last mirror, the passageway. Upon breaking it he dropped his candlestick and took one last look back before leaving the opera.
When the mob around, their ghost was gone, nothing left but his mask.
End Prologue…it's short, I know
Paris, 2 years later…December 2, 1872
Clarity Elaine Smith was the youngest daughter of an English nobleman. Her family
recently bought a nice summer house in France, the place of her mother's birth. Clarity's mother, Serenity was a prima ballerina years ago…when her husband had to return to England her and Clarity stayed in France. While Clarity's elder brother, Elliot went with his father. Things were actually running smoothly for Clarity and her mother; they had a few maids to help them out.
Returning to the story…..
"Mademoiselle…tea is ready downstairs"
Clarity smiled at the maid, "Merci, Gazette" she walked down the ivory staircase and into the parlor, where her mother waited calmly, with her hands folded neatly on her lap. When Clarity sat down her mother smiled and began to tell her about the Opera popularie's reopening. Clarity didn't hear the rest of what her mother had to say, because she was too busy wondering how she could get into see the rebuilt opera house.
"Clarity, dear is something wrong?"
Clarity snapped back to reality and turned to her mother; "No mother, I was just thinking….that's all" her mother nodded and went back to her tea. Silence filled the air; no one said a word….only the birds chirping outside. Then finally, someone spoke:
"you want to visit the opera, don't you?" Serenity asked her daughter.
"Oh yes, Mother! But…how did you know?"
Her answer was simple, "You're my daughter of course you want to go! You're just like me, Clarity" Clarity smiled and finished her tea.
"Then I'll go now, Mother! I shall take the carriage and return soon" she walked out of the room and gathered her coat and muff, calling to her driver.
Well? Oo be nice, its my first Phantom fic...
Erik:Bash her.
Shut UP!