Echoes of the Opera
By Good Lady Grace
Prologue
Down we go
Do once more the darkness of my black demise
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind
Down the path into darkness deep as HELL!
Adelaide sat singing these words to herself while stitching up a hole in her gown. The needle flew in and out of the fabric as the words echoed off the cave walls. After a few more moments, she heard a creak, a thud, and a voice: "Mon enfant?" came the usual call. Adelaide leapt out of her chair and dashed to the entrance of the cave. Standing there, covered in a thin layer of dust, was the Phantom of the Opera. "Take these, enfant" he said to Adelaide. He revealed from his cloak a role of intricately designed fabric, a small box filled with jewelry, and a box with a ribbon around it. "What is this?" asked Adelaide when he handed her the box. The Phantom smiled warmly and winked at her.
After depositing the fabric and jewelry box, Adelaide undid the bow and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful, deep red gown lined with gold fabric. Adelaide gasped, replaced the lid of the box, set it down gently, and hugged the Phantom. "I had hoped you would like it le petite", he said warmly. "I love it!" squealed Adelaide.
"Thank you, Papa, thank you!".
For those of you who don't speak French, le petite means 'little one' and mon enfant means 'my child'
PHANTOM PHOREVER!
Your obedient friend,
Good Lady Grace