L'étrange Voyage De Monsieur Erik

by Elias Ainsworth

Christine Daae's normal life was turned up side down in one night, she got to meet and made a lot of friends, and one of them, was the most important man in her life, but if she doesn't go on a Journey of her lifetime, she would just walk pass him like a stranger. Based on one of my favorite stories : L'étrange Voyage De Monsieur Daldry, writen by Marc Levi.

1. prologue

L'étrange Voyage De Monsier Erik

I do not own anything

- You know, Javier, I was never a big fan of fate, and neither do something like a reality dream. I do not believe in the Fortuneteller's stories, which were based on those weird cards. Most of the time I think of everything were just some coincidence. It is just as simple as that.

- Then why did you go on such a long journey, even when you didn't believe in any of this.

- Because of the piano.

- The piano?

- Yes, the old piano, it used to be put in the soldier's dining room, but after it's rhythm was broken, it was thrown away. I don't know why, but I always feel that that piano was special, or maybe it was because of the man who played it.

- Who?

- He is my neightbour_ she smiled_ he lives in the apartment opposite mine.

- Because of your neighbor who plays the old piano that you are here now?

- Well, you could say that. He is the strangest man, the strangest and the most special man, he never doubt anything, always act before think. But thank to him, I get to meet you. I have always though that I would be alone in this world, and now, I have you. But I am not sure if he is the one who played the piano or not. He told me it was the old lady, who lived under our apartment, played the piano, but you know what? I have never believed in his words. And everytime the music was played, I could feel the loneliness in my heart, that was why I went to Brighton that weekend, to run away from that feeling.

- You will have to tell me the whole story. Everything will be more clear if I know all of the story.

- It is a very long story.

- There is no rush, the wind is blowing off-shore, it'll rain tonight and probably tomorrow, too_ Javier said_ the earliest trip back to the sea will be in two or three more days, so I am free. I will make us some tea and you could start from the beginning, don't left anything out. If all the secrets you told me are true, if we are going to be a family, then I want to know everything.

Javier bend his knee before the cooking fire, put more hot coal in it to heat up a pot of water for their tea.

Javier's house was as simple as his life was. Only four walls around, one room, simple roof, old wood floor, one single bed, one wash-basin with water as cold as ice in winter and as hot as boild water in summer. But you could see the ocean from the house's only window, and Christine could see the harbor with boats came and went everyday, she liked his house very much.

Christine drank a sip of tea that Javier has gave her and started the story that lead her back to her home country.

( TBC)

note : thank you for your supporting, i have been very busy, but don't worry, i maybe late with my update story, but i will try not to abadon any of my stories, i will have some free time in next month so i will try to finish some of my work