Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera, whether by Leroux, Kay or Webber. I own a few characters that I created, but nothing else.
My fiction is based off of the ALW musical version and Erik will be placed with one of my own characters. Sorry to all you who don't agree with me. I still hope you can enjoy this.
This is my first Fan Fiction posting, so I'll still be getting my bearings. I appreciate constructive criticism and replies. I'd love to hear what you think. I'll try to update regularly.
Yet, In Their Eyes
Prologue: Fire and Ice
Embers reflected off emerald eyes. The heat of anger were caught in those eyes. Heat that would burn inside for many years to come. Fire that would destroy those it's owner sought. Yet a cold mist fogged them, salty rain blinked from them. Grief for what had passed. Eternal Grief.
Slowly the mist and fire froze. No longer could you read any emotion in those green depths, save one. All that remained was purpose. Unwavering purpose. A whimper shifted the eye's gaze from the embers to a child. A candle of love warmed them, shining through the arctic wall placed there. It was that love that mothered the purpose in their core. With candle flame and ice embedded in their center, they brought their gaze to the black horizon. These emerald eyes had much yet to see.
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Black print was seared by the intensity of two blue-black eyes. "Opera Populaire heavily damaged by a fire...several killed..to reopen in the fall of next year." Amusement crossed those eyes at the thought of the fluttered despairing faces of the Opera's managers. Dark blue scanned the newspaper again. They noted the Phantom of the Opera, or so called Opera Ghost, was not mentioned in the article. Content with their search, blue depths turned into the shadows and disappeared.
If they had turned into the sunlight, all a passerby could have seen in them ( though very few ever met their gaze, by accident or choice) was ice. The few who had looked into them, and fewer still able to read any emotion in them, saw burning anger, loathing, and a hungry demon. Only two had seen any different. Both saw the despair and longing that their owner harbored in his heart. One saw it and pitied him. The other fled, not willing to see anymore. No one had been able to read love in those dark eyes, for none sought or earned it. The one person who had inspired that emotion in them had run from it. Pain had leaked into midnight irises at that moment. No one had seen that either. No one would, not yet.
The body attached to those eyes disappeared. Still, one could feel their gaze. Nothing was hidden from that gaze.
Readers: My whole story will not be this descriptive and symbolic. My prolouge just sets up characters and plot to be revealed later. I would love reviews and any help I can get! Thanks for reading.
