Chapter Four - The Opera House

"Mama, is she ok?" A voice said. All Mai could see was darkness, as her eyes were closed. Voices could be heard from all different directions. Mai slowly opened her eyes, they felt so heavy. What on earth happened?

"I do not know, we will have to wait to see if she will wake up." A woman's voice replied. As Mai's eyes slowly started to open, she could see the curious faces of people looking down at her. She was laying down in an unknown room, and there were people either standing or kneeling beside Mai. There were four woman and five men. One of the woman had blonde hair while the other three were brunettes. The men all had dark hair.

"Look she's starting to wake up!" The same voice Mai heard first said. She groaned as her head started to ache. Mai reached a hand up to her head to hold it steady. Once a small amount of pain had subsided, she slowly crawled up to lean on her elbows.

"How are you feeling?" The woman said. She had long light brown hair that was beautifully braided. She looked to be in her 30s or 40s. The three other woman were all much younger and seemed to be wearing the same clothes. The blonde was small, along with the other brunettes. The men on the other hand seemed to be have some muscles, but their appearance wasn't very appealing.

"My head... Where am I?" Mai looked around. The large room she was in was extravagant to say the least. There was a great staircase with giant statues coated with gold.

"You are in the Opera Populaire. My name is Madame Giry." The now apparent Madame Giry said. Strangely enough, Mme. Giry was speaking in French yet Mai was able to understand what she was saying. Weird. Mai slowly stood up with the help of the blonde girl. "My name is Meg Giry," she said. Mai looked towards Madame Giry and Meg Giry. They both looked like each other. "My daughter." Madame Giry explained. Mai nodded as best as I could. Bloody head… Mai groaned at the dull ache in her cranium.

Somethings off here, it feels weird. Mai then noticed it, the clothing. The dresses that the woman wore were COMPLETELY different. They looked to be the fashion of the Victorian Era. "I think I hit my head a bit hard," Mai said. "Could you possibly tell me the year?" Pathetic attempt at lying but it will do. Fortunately, Madame Giry believed the lie.

Madame Giry slightly raised an eyebrow before saying, "It is 1869." They led Mai to a chair that was nearby and sat her down. The men left after realising that the heavy lifting (Mai) was done. "Do you remember anything?" A brunette girl said. She had long curly brown hair and brown eyes. Her thin body mismatched with her wild hair. "My name is Christine." She kindly said.

"My name is Mai... What happened?" Mai replied. She could hardly comprehend what was going on, it all seemed to surreal.

The woman shook their heads. "We don't really know, all we know is that we heard a woman screaming outside and then the men brought you in. We think you may have gotten yourself run over by a carriage." Meg said.

"Geez..." Mai said. She had obviously come here by that stupid mirror, but Mai didn't know of a way to get back. She rested her throbbing head against her shaking palm. Everything was hazy and the world itself started spinning. Mai started to see two of everything. "I think... I think I need to rest..." She felt herself succumb to the darkness of sleep.

AN: Constructive criticism accepted. I really want to open a floral shop. Or a fish shop, like pet fish shop.

Edited: 5/1/17