My eyes slowly flutter open and I find myself in a strange circular room. The ceiling was completely made out of moving gears and springs, while walls, and floors are all a smooth, brushed gold. Around the walls there are various things such as musical instruments, a drawing and writing desk, a one person sized bed, a small table and chairs, a large shelf full of books, a full length mirror, a wardrobe, and a small alcove with a bathroom area. My brows furrow in worry as I try to remember what exactly happened to me. The last thing I remember is Miss Vital telling me she can somehow help me. I sit down on the silver bed and blink away tears. I would never see any of my family or friends again. I knew that by the foreboding feeling that consumed my body as soon as I thought about them. My thoughts begin to turn to the mundane routine my life consisted of and what it was not going to become... My thoughts are broken as I hear a click and my eyes are drawn to a small staircase spiraling up and out of the room.
"Miss Anastasia?" A familiar alto voice calls out as I feel the need to hurry up the stairs. I follow the feeling and dash up the stairs as fast as I can.
"Miss Vital?" I call back as I find myself in the center of a clock.
"I am here my dear" Her voice sounds loudly above me. I gasp and about faint at the sight I see above me. Miss Vital is gazing down at me through a domed pane of glass.
"What has happened to me!?" I cry out in shock and despair as hot, betraying tears run down my face.
" I know this is a change Anastasia, but it is part of your fate. In time you will learn to accept it my dear. " She replies sympathetically, coal black eyes filled with sorrow and pity.
"Why me?" I quietly probed, falling to my knees in defeat, sobbing silently.
"My dear I do not know much about your fate, but I can tell you that in the future you will save someone's life and soul from the pits of hell and despair. So take heart and look forward to that day." I gaze up at her as my heart lifts and soars at her words. I smile and we begin chatting. I learn that I have been asleep for approximately 5 days and in that short amount of time my family has convinced themselves that I am dead. Kidnapped and murdered by the Giovanni family, one of our greatest enemies. My "death" took a hard toll on them but their grieving was short lived as I was the one child who was quiet and was hardly ever seen. It is not long before Bella is called away and I am once again left to my own devices. I take the liberty to explore my new home and find, to my complete surprise, I am inside a pocket watch! Not just any pocket watch but my own beloved pocket watch I received five years ago.
As ironic as it is, time passed by quickly for me. My watch passed through many caring hands, all of whom are decedents of Bella and protected me with their lives. Almost 345 years pass before I am handed off to a cast member of the Opera Populate. That's when my life changed. The young man whose care I was in was killed in the cellars and his body left to rot. I sat there for two years. I had almost lost hope until someone picked me up. It was a teenage boy with a mask covering the right side of his face. His smile grows as he opens the watch and sees it still in working order, due to the tedious maintenance I have performed on it. He shuts the lid, still unaware of my presence, and begins to sing quietly. The man has a god-like voice. I have heard many voices over the years but his by far is the best I have heard in a long time. The tune he sings is beautiful and I immediately run down into my room and begin to write the notes down so I can play them on one of my many instruments. The singing stops and I find myself listening to a whole opera. My heart soars as I hear the sweet music coming from the orchestra and the chorus resounding through room I'm currently being taken to. I assume it is the auditorium of the opera house but since the cover is shut I cannot be completely sure. I let my thoughts soar with the music and the words of old Bella resound through my head.
I wonder if he is the key.
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