Hey everyone! Ok, so I just got back into writing so I'm open to your opinion, just nothing too mean please.
I really hope you enjoy this and I hope I do a good job. Thank YOU for reading!


Darkness had crept around and the whole Opera Populaire was covered

in its embrace. Suddenly a small figure came forward, she was young.

Young and lost in a world that would never understand her, she was

more then beautiful but no one seemed to see that. This could be

because she hid her beauty behind her long, raven black hair. She

was not like regular women of the era. She was free spirited and

stubborn to her core. Where she was from no one quite knew, but the

new owners saw her skill and instantly hired her not truly caring

where she was from or what she had done. She also kept to herself

alot which made her seem suspicious but no one dared to question her.

I heard a man say that she bested three men her age in a sword fight.

The man said she showed no mercy until the battle was over and she

knew she had beaten them. The was much to this girl, but people

valued their lives too much and would only speak to her if it was the

last possible option.


She had been working in the Opera house for over three months now

and was becoming part of the house itself. She could easily hide or

get away from people because she was learning the old building

secrets. There where still some pathways she had not been down yet.

The one to a mysterious lake and the cave behind it, or what everyone

thought was a cave. But those who would listen to the whispers of the

old choir girls knew it was more then a cave, so much more in fact.


Far behind the mysterious lake was not a cave but a home or lair as

some liked to call it. And in this lair was a man no one, no longer

believed in. The Phantom of the Opera. He had marched away the night

the only woman he had ever "loved" left him for a man he hated but

would never touch for fear she would always hate him. He had finally

made his way back to his home because of the fact someone had bought

his opera house and he HAD to return, no ifs ands or buts.
He scanned over his home and realized they hadn't touched much of his

things. He walked towards the two entrances that lead away from his

home an into the rest of his opera house. Once exit had been barred

and the other (which was more hidden) remained open. He took a long

sigh and walked the length of the path which lead to a room he never

wanted to see. But when he arrived it was not as he remembered it.
The mirror was still the same, it only looked as if it had been

cleaned in the last few day. The colors where no longer red and

maroons, but blues and ebony. The furniture was ebony and it looked

completely different, for a moment it made him forget who it belonged

to. But that soon ended when he saw a maid carrying out the white

dress the young Prima Dona had wore her opening night, his first

triumph. He fought back a tear and turned it into hatred at the fact

they would dare change HIS opera house and HER room.

He took a quick look around the window making sure it was still

secure and quickly left. How much more had they changed to HIS opera

house? He quickly moved to he wardrobe and grabbed his black suite

and red vest and nearly forgot the one thing he always needed. He

moved his hand to his scarred face and sighed and began searching for

his mask. But it was no where to be found. Anger grew inside of him

as he grabbed a full-faced white one he had as a back-up. He took a

quick glance at a small mirror and then quickly covered it. Now he

left leaving the one place he was safe to see what they had done to

HIS opera house.


So... What do you think so far? I promise it will get better. I know its pretty sucky right now, just keep reading! THANK YOU!
oh.... reviews make me happy, :)