The Phantom's Angel
Chapter 1
The young girl walked her way down the dark halls. She reached a lake, with a garden of red roses. She knelt by the bed and smelled the luscious sent of flowers. "Rose! Hurry up. It's way past your bedtime." Her father called from the small boat on the water. "Coming Papa!" she said, plucking a rose and getting in the boat. "That's my girl. How was your ballet rehearsal?"
"Oh, Papa, it was wonderful! Madame Giry said I could be the Swan Princess for the actual Opera! Isn't that exciting?" the young girl said, getting out of the boat and crawling on to the shore. "Very exciting. I think you'll be the most beautiful Swan Princess there is." Her father said, picking the small child up in his arms.
"Papa, will you come to the Opera this week? I really want you there. All the other girl's parents are there, and when they ask me where you were, I don't know what to say. Usually by then, Madame Giry comes over and excuses me, but I want to tell them that you were there. Please Papa?" she said, crawling into her bed.
"You know I can never tell you no. Alright, I'll go, and I'll watch you, but you must promise me one thing."
"What?" she said with a yawn.
"You won't be frightened of the large crowd, like you were two weeks ago."
"He-he. I promise. Bonne nuit papa."
"Bonne nuit little Lottie." He said, closing the door to the girl's room.
The man was never married to a woman. He found the girl as a baby under the Opera Populaire, and adopted her as his own. As she grew, he grew to love her, just as any father would, but he always feared that she would become scared of him because of his face. He was the famous 'Opera Ghost' of The Paris Opera Populaire. He once loved a woman, but she could never love him back, so he let her go. The young child, Rose, grew to look like her, but he would never think that maybe this child was Christine's and she wanted him to have someone to love. The young girl was perfect in every way. She had ivory silky skin; light auburn locks of curled hair, deep green eyes with golden flecks within them and a small frame. It was true that the young girl was smaller than the other girls, but she was tough. She had fought many of the Actors and actresses young sons, including the young Vicomte James de Chagny. They did become friends, and his mother was the lead Diva, but her father told her never to talk to her. Rose admired the Countess, giving up her reputation of being a countess to be an actress. She never met the Count de Chagny, but she had seen him a few times with his son. She had just turned eleven that day, and James Eleventh Birthday was tomorrow.