Of Persian Dreams

by Gerik's Angel

COMPLETE Raoul wants his fiance to learn how to travel before they are married. Therefore, Christine finds herself on the train to Persia. There, she runs in to quite alot of trouble, and a certain Phantom must play her reluctant hero.

1. The Introduction

A/N: Hey all! Here's my new story that I've been working on for a week and a half. I hope you all like reading it as much as I've enjoyed thinking it up and writing it down. I'll be away until Monday, so I'll update later tonight. Please R&R:)

Disclaimer: POTO and it's characters are not mine.

Introduction:

What do you tell a shattered man?

How do you explain to him of your mistakes?

What words can make his heart beat again?

Can simple words act like glue and piece those pieces back together?

Can even a mountain built of words have enough power to act like a magnet and pull those pieces in place?

Words. They have the power to destroy so easily. But how hard it is to build back up with them!

And even if words could possibly fix all the wrong and all the sins committed by a single person, how do you make him listen? How do you make them work? How do you find those words to heal?

So many questions that went without a single answer.

Nevertheless, Christine walked down the twisting paths, trying to gather these magical words.

Trying to find those words that would heal all of her mistakes that had caused all too many wounds.

The lake was now behind her, the lair in her full view.

"Erik? Erik, it's too dark. Tell me where you are!" She called out, but only silence met her.

No candles were lit. Only the ones in the lake that lit automatically, one of the many genius works of the man that she sought.

"Erik?" She asked once again, now moving slowly from room to room, each as dark as the last until she returned to the main room.

All his candles were reduced to little but dried, odd formed puddles. So he was gone. From the looks of it, he had fled when the mobs came and hadn't returned once.

Christine closed her eyes. The stench of smoke was still heavy everywhere, the traumatic night only a few days in her past.

She had come to ask of forgiveness. To beg to be taken back. To let him know that she had found out where her heart truly lain. That she had matured and grown. That she wanted to be only his. That she couldn't live without him.

But as she looked around herself again, she saw that she'd have to live without him. For he was gone, and had left no signs of returning.

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