THIS STORY IS PURELY FAN-MADE AND IS IN NO WAY ASSOCIATED WITH THE MUSICAL ARTIST OR ANIME COMPANY IN ANY WAY

The Untold Story of The Phantom of The Opera: Christine's POV

Chapter 1

The carriage rocked and clip clopped down the cobblestone pavement of Paris. Christine peered out of the carriage window and glared at the gray clouds that blocked out the sun. Usually on days like these, she and her father would sing a duet about her, Little Lotte, who enjoyed the spring time and would stomp in the puddles of rain and ask for the sun to shine again.

Her father…

Now the gray ominous clouds were blurry behind instant tears that sprang to her eyes. Her father was long gone and she was handed from person to person like a doll until a very stern middle aged woman declared her claim on her. And now she rode in a carriage with this woman who told her she was traveling to a new place to live since no one would live in her old house by the sea.

This was all too much to bear. Christine felt a heavy lump in her throat and the tide of tears was about to come rushing out. It didn't matter if this woman was a stranger – she needed comfort, where it came from, she had no idea. She leaned into the woman's bosom and sobbed softly.

"There, there." The woman said gently and put an arm around Christine's shoulders.

"I miss Papa, Madame Giry." She said through thick tears.

"I know, dear, I know," Madame Giry said softly and rocked Christine back and forth stroking her long brown hair in the process.

"You must know that the Lord will guide his soul to heaven. Your father's spirit is safe among the angels. Do not fret, dearest." She said in hushed whispers.

Christine sniffled and swallowed her next batch of tears. She wiped her eyes and smiled up at Madame Giry.

"Yes, I know he is. He told me I would be protected by an angel of music. He is protected and so am I! Oh, I miss him…" She murmured.

Madame Giry stared at Christine for a second then pushed Christine's head against her shoulder.

"Your father loved you very much, dear. If that is what he told you, then I believe it," She stared out the window as the carriage traveled onto a forest road.

"We are a little ways away, dear. And you've had a rough morning. Please rest against me."

Christine, overcome with confusion, sorrow, and exhaustion, obliged without complaint and closed her eyes. Within minutes, she was asleep.