Reborne in Light

by writer on the roof

Erik is slowly recovering from the loss of his world. One year later, he stumbles upon someone who needs his help to survive. The events after haunt Erik, as he searches for a release from the bitter memories. But is everything truly lost, as he believes?

1. Prologue

Chapter 1: Prologue

Hello. I am Erik. You may have heard of me, or you may not have. I go by many names, by many faces. But, for now, Erik is all that I am. A tragedy in my recent past had left me broken, abandoned, homeless. The one woman I had loved, who I had nurtured, deserted me, for a whole man. I let myself succumb to my emotions, and destroyed all that I had worked so hard to create. Years, many long years, wasted, by my efforts to keep her, and my irascible temper. But it was those that in the end drove her away. Leaving me with nothing.

I ask you not for pity. Having faced several hardships in my life, and having coped with the consequences, I have emerged stronger. This has seamlessly embedded itself into my nature over time, increasing in power tenfold with every blow. But with her...Christine, I thought never to recover. Days and nights melded to one, as I hid myself from the world I had revealed myself to, and been shunned from. I cast into shadow, sleeping only when I could no longer stand. I shrouded myself in anger. But, I survived. However little I wished for life, I lived on. Hiding in the sewers beneath the opera house, I spent almost a year alone in the darkness. The world had spat me out, and I had no urge to return so quickly to that which had cast me out.

So I lived again in my solitude, my utmost enemy. I myself was the thing I feared most. While death, which was all others could provide for me, seems terrible to most, I relished in the fact that I might soon pass away. But my own mind was the ultimate torture tool, replaying memories of what I had had, and then lost by my own devices. I could recall every little detail in my head of the blunt happiness I'd had in the Opera Populaire. How selfish was I for throwing away it all for a silly little girl who'd never really loved me.

But she wasn't silly; I had loved her, still loved her, no matter how much I wished to let go. She had been the cause of my sorrows, of my pain. But, I loved her nonetheless, and love forgives all wrongs.

It was on the anniversary of the burning of the Opera Populaire, on which I met with a fate destined to alter my mortal life, forever.

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