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Chapter One
The storm had not passed with great ease. Mild devastation was evident in the countryside; the inner cities had only a few broken windows here and there. A cold sun had risen without delay that morning, illuminating condensation as it slipped off of grass and leaves. The small figure we had learned of the night before emerged from the frames of the opera house, rolling merrily in the cold grass blades a soaked Paris began to shine under the climbing sun.
In the surrounding country of the French capital, farmers and weavers had risen punctually with the sun; they set about their daily work with the finesse and precision of a lifetime at their vocation. Warm sunlight bounced off of the dripping roof of the largest building for miles around; it was a definite landmark, and the locals of the nearby town were immensely proud. To one of the townspeople, the opera house of Mamelonné was the best thing that had ever happened to the town. After the burning of the Opéra Populaire, the entire company of the aforementioned house had decided to grace the old theater with its presence.
The arrival of the company had brought nothing but good to the town as a whole. Avid followers of the performances had traveled often to the Mamelonné, bringing good trade and high spirits to the folks who lived there. But in the shadows of the market, and behind a a shaded tree, there was often talk of the bad things that the Parisians had brought. Surprisingly, the most outspoken of this minor group of people was a young thirteen year old boy. With a diligence and pride beyond his years, he hosted the meetings of the objecting townspeople in secrecy. Being the very intelligent boy that he was, the folk listened to him as he raged over the peace that had been so mercilessly lost. He longed for the tranquility of the lake that sprawled over the outskirts of Mamelonné, and was infuriated when he learned of the tourists who had littered the shores so heavily. Gérard, as the boy was called, couldn't think of a single reason to enjoy the coming of the operatic company. Until he saw her.
It was one of those summer nights in Paris, the ones where a swarm of mosquitoes from the lake decided to pay the town a visit. Determined to prove that the opera company was a cruel, town-destroying conspiracy, Gérard resolved to spy on an occupant in a lit window whom he knew was part of the dreaded conspiracy. After sneaking quietly out of his home, the boy's eyes sparked when he found an oak tree sprawling over the expanse of the wall which contained the lit room. Gérard promptly ran over to the tree, grabbing the bottom branch and ascending with no real difficulty. Shimmying onto an outstretched branch close to the window, the boy raised his head to peer inside. A young woman, no more than 20, was contentedly brushing her hair on the foot of her bed. His eyes widened when he saw her. Was this the jewel of the opera the townspeople had often spoken of? Gérard firmly placed a hand under his chin. Now, this could be a problem. She was so beautiful...surely she couldn't be evil.
As the boy had grown up in a small town, many of the townsfolk were not well educated. Gérard's loving parents were often sick with an unknown disease, so they had little time to teach him in any sort of way. His situation being as it was, the thoughts of Gérard were often primitive and not very logical. Luckily enough, his instincts about the figure beyond the glass led him down the correct path. He continued to watch the belle furtively, becoming more and more entranced by her beauty. Suddenly, she stopped her methodical brushing and glanced towards the window where he was perched just outside. The boy's eyes widened suddenly as he scrambled to keep out of her sight. He failed to keep his balance, and fell perilously to the ground, where the world his eyes had seen moments before dissolved into abyss.
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