Once a novel was written. This was a novel of love and passion, revenge and hate, music and dancing. The character were beautiful and poignant, ugly and yet melodious. What were to happen if the events from this novel were to occur again?
He was the son of Rosa and Hadrian Farrow. They named the boy Greg Erik Farrow. Little did they or he know he had already had a strange past and was in for a stranger future. His parents loved him very much. They were well off, not as rich as some, but not as poor as others. Rosa and Hadrian were able to give Greg and wonderful childhood.
Greg Erik Farrow was perfect, eyes a deep dark blue and a head of fine black hair. His face was that of a beautiful statue come to life. He grew into a tall lanky lad of 15 years. It was then when he began to wonder why he was different from other boys his age. Greg was a musical genius. He could play several instruments and compose music. This he hid from most people as it made him seem odder then he already seemed. Greg usually haunted the library. It was there that he found who he truly was. At that age of 15, Greg read, The Phantom of the Opera. It was in the pages of that book, that he found he was Erik, the Phantom, the Opera Ghost. It was a strange feeling, this realizing his resurrection.
Memories of the past flooded back to him the day he finished the book. Long dead emotions rushed into his mind. His Christine gone. His beautiful lair, destroyed. His life, shattered. Now Greg had people call him by his middle name, Erik. He would answer to no other. Rosa and Hadrian were puzzled by such strange behavior from their son, but they got used to it.
Erik began to remember everything he had used to know. He became curious of how others had portrayed him. By the age of 18, he had seen all the variations of himself. Bit by bit, Erik took up all the activities he had done in his former reign of terror. He even got his parents to take him to Paris to see the Opera House. On his own, he returned there many times.
There Erik found his lair, still damaged but left and forgotten after the years. Echoes of the duets he had sung with his once love and student, Christine, rang through the place. Now that he was 21, his passionate love of Christine fully unlocked itself. Erik often thought of her and others from his past. Had any of them also been resurrected as he had?
In his ruined lair, the Opera Ghost sat, questions running through his mind. Had any of the people from his haunted and strange past been resurrected? If so, could he find them? Or would they find him? Where was his infection that had driven so many away from him? Erik puzzled over these questions and more as he began to fix up his old lair. He planned to remain there. No one would find him. Those who had were gone now, unless they, too, were living in this new century. He could continue his work there, only leaving to mail letters and the like.