Chapter 1
The night was cold and dark, and Meg's room was very lonely. The moon cast the shadows of the trees that lay right outside her window onto her wall adjacent to her bed, and she pulled the covers up to her eyes in fear of what was to come. She tried to close her eyes and sleep, but she simply couldn't. She was far too anxious to get a wink of sleep on this night, so why should she even bother trying?
Slowly, she slipped out of her bed and began walking to the door. Her door opened with a cacophony sound, and she feared she may have awoken another dancer. She walked on her tiptoes until she reached Christine's dormitory room. Meg walked toward the bed a silently as she could, and saw Christine Daae laying in her bed, fast asleep. Meg nudged at her a little.
"Christine," Meg said in a voice softer than a whisper. "Christine, I can't go to sleep. Will you stay awake with me?" Christine grudgingly got out of her bed and sat on the floor with Meg. "Yes, I'll stay up with you. After all, you are my best friend. What else would I do?" Meg threw herself around Christine, whispering gratuitous thanks and praises. Christine pushed her away softly and leaned back against her bed.
"So," asked Christine, "what frightened you so that you come running to my bed at this hour?" Meg felt immensely childish when she admitted she was afraid of shadows. Christine stared at her a gave away a little smile. "Oh Meg, that is very foolish of you. They are only shadows." Meg nodded with a frown, but inside she knew that wasn't why she had come. She had to see him again, and this was the only way she could get to him. "Oh Christine, you can go to sleep. I will be alright I'm sure," Meg added with a smile. Christine looked at her with unsure eyes. "Are you positive you will be able to sleep? We have rehearsal tomorrow." Meg nodded, and whispered goodnight to Christine. She walked out of the room but did not go back. She sat outside of the door, waiting for her moment.
After fifteen minutes, Meg could hear Christine's light snoring. She tiptoed back into the room and walked toward the mirror. She slipped her hand into hole in the wall and pushed the back of the mirror forward, causing it to open. She walked down the wet stone corridor at a faster pace, and she could hear her own footsteps echoing around her. She walked down the staircases and finally came to the edge of the water. She reached down into the water and pulled the lever up, causing a bridge to rise from the depths of the lake. She walked across, and climbed through the portcullis. The familiar smell of wax and rose surrounded her. She was home.