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The Phantom of Storybrooke

Chapter 1

The night was silent in Storybrooke. The moon itself gave a Cheshire smile, stars hid under the blanket of the night sky. Fog hovered the ground making the air moist and the ground wet giving the town a dark expression. Power lines swayed back and forth along rhythm of the wind. Toll bridge seemed to sink into the darkness around the forest. The residents slept except one lonesome soul.

He occupied the "old" Storybrooke Theatre that was close to the docks and one of the town's borders. The theatre was very beautiful. The inside had marble flooring with a checkered pattern spreading from entrance to exit. Each story (which was three) had a Victorian theme making it one of the town's most diverse sites. The auditorium held a pure crystal chandelier, comforting seats, wooden stage and a painting of angelic beings soaring across the sealing.

This lonesome man lived both in the theatre and under it. In one world he was known by the Opera ghost, the Phantom, the Voice and the Angel of Music. Rarely he was called by his name, Erik. Here his name was strange to him, that's if he remembered it, here it was Michael. Michael Muse. He wore a simple black and white tuxedo for anything perhaps everything. A mask of pure white covered half his face. Erik or Michael stretched his boney fingers on the piano keys giving off lovely music. The sound filled the air flowing through the wind giving sweet dreams to those who heard it as they slept. The notes were written down in a leather book, Michael sang along to each tune.

A knock rattled the door. "Gold" Michael mumbled. "Mr. Muse you are interfering with my slumber with that pathetic sound you call music" Mr. Gold or once Rumplestiltskin aggressively spoke. Michael gave a low growl, his eyes morphed from dark brown to red under the candle light for but a few seconds. "Mr. Gold please pardon me. I was working on a piece for an upcoming performance." "Ah well, work on the cursed thing tomorrow Dearie or your precious little so called opera will be gone" his voice had rage intertwined with anger in it. For a strange reason Michael feared the dealer "yes monsieur" the former Opera ghost answered shutting off the candle light. Gold's cane and footsteps echoed as he walked to his own home.

Muse hated Mr. Gold above all else in Storybrooke, most did yet also most ran from Michael himself. Gold, Regina Mills (the mayor) and Michael were the three feared and despised in the entire town. It was a blessing and curse. He felt empty and broken because of such thing. Nothing filled his heart, not riches nor power. Michael's only friends were three children, a waitress and school teacher. Henry was one of the kids who thought ever living being in Storybrooke was a fairy tale character waiting to awaken from a curse. Ruby is the waitress she reminded the composer of a woman he once loved long ago. The teacher was a kind woman known as Mary Margret; she was like a mother to Michael. The other two children were homeless and parentless, Nicholas and Ava Zimmer; he taught them all he knew in order to live. He was to them a father or guardian angel.