Prologue
A man of about seventy-five sat in a wheel chair, waiting for his carriage. His yellow-blonde hair had faded to a dull gray now that he was past his sixties. His eyes were nearly dim and lifeless but showed a heart that had a lust for music.
Almost on cue, his carriage pulled up, two creamy gray horses pulling it along the cobble stone streets of town. This town was once a beautiful city to this man, but his life was ended long ago when his love left him for someone else.
A rather older lady behind him helped him into the carriage and placed the wheel chair inside on the oaken black floor. This man wasn't crippled but he had weak legs, what usually came with old age.
The man stared out the window the whole entire ride, seeing his lost love everywhere, just standing in the streets, only she wasn't alone. She was with another man, laughing and strolling along merrily, hugging and kissing him occasionally. He knew she wasn't really there, but he wished that she was so she could see what she had done to his heart.
The carriage stopped in front of an old Opera House, one that he used to know. There was an auction being held inside and the man was interested enough to attend the meeting. There were jewels and dresses, shirts and ties, masks and rings of all sorts. Little trinkets that were practically useless but were highly appealing to those of the collector type, furniture from the backstage area and more was being auctioned off into the real world instead of sitting in the dust-bitten building.
The man who was running the auction was standing upon a pedestal, speaking loudly into the small crowd that he currently had. The item in his hand was a Monkey with tiny symbols attached to its hands. The elder in the wheel chair eyed the monkey with great passion. He recognized the little toy to be something he admired greatly and had his helper raise the numbered fan in a bid.
A lady across the room, a year or two younger than he was raised her fan as well, and made the bid higher. The man auctioning it off raise the price another few dollars on the market. The man in the wheel chair had his fan raised again and won the item hands down. He and the lady stared at each other for a while then the man holding the auction began to sell another item.
"Here we have the Chandelier that lit up the Opera House when the Phantom of the Opera was around." The man explained the piece that truly was a piece of work. Crystals hung from all sides, sparkling and glittering with great brightness that highly surpassed anything with a great shine. "We shall start the bidding at 1000." He said as the chandelier was raised up, lighting the whole room.
Everything disappeared along with the people, including the man in the wheel chair, the entire opera house flooding with color upon color, shade upon shade. The dust and the cobwebs spun by spiders years ago vanished in thin air as the seats were lit up row by row, red velvet upon deep oak bases.
The candles lit with a great fire that came out of nowhere as it came to midpoint and continued to rise. The gargoyles at the end of the balconies and stairways were shined instantly as they were touched with the lights of the licking flames as everything came back to life, just as it was almost forty-five years ago while music played.
With organ pipes bellowing and violins' strings being slid across by a bow, percussion being pulverized by solid cloth hammers with every flute and wind pipe sliding out smooth tones.
Presenting…
The Phantom of the Opera…
A Naruto Fanfic…
Written by MJ Huwaine…