Aurthors note: I appologise for the wait but this chapter had to be perfectly intone with the rest of the story. I greatly appreciate reiviews and they really help me to progress as a writer! Please leave any comments that you may have. If this chapter seems like a melancholy, the plot will began to take shape. This may turn out to be a very long story!

Rosae rose long before the sun,as the rest of the ballerinas and chrous girls slept silently within the dorms.

She crept out carefully looking over her shoulders, and tiptoed twoards Meg Girys Living Quarters.

Rosae clapsed her hands anxiously,and inhaling, she rapped on the secluded door.

"Ah, come in", Madame Meg Giry chimed urgently. "I was expecting you would be visting", she said quickly ushering her,and closing the door on her heels.

She silently leadRosae to the back of her decorative quarters as she shut the windows and drew in the drapes. Statues and perfume bottles lined the walls along with books of all sorts.Flowers as well as variously ellegant objects were scattered prettily about the room.Rosae could barley stand the inclosure for the stench of potent fragrance hung heavily in the stale air.

"Please,please sit down",Meg insisted pushing a cup of tea infront of her.

Shefelt as if they were running from something terrible by the solemly quiet tone of the visit.

"Meg, I know about my mother" she chided her quivering tone leading twoards accusatory.

Meg paused for a moment."Yes,she replied sadly, her face creasing with worry.Her eyes wandered. "Its about time you knew"

Rosae sat down impatiently thoughts piercing her mind as fast as her beating heart fluttered.

Meg turned slowly to face her.

"Cristine Daae was your mother"...she began painfully slowly. "When she died of an unexplained accident she left you here Rosae". "As you have already discovered she had left you to the opera house for me to teach, and care for." She closed her eyes for a moment as if recalling the memories.

"When the Opera Populaire was ressurected from a horrible fire, she brought you here." "Cristine wrote to me in her dying moments that you were to become and grow up in the very place she had."

Meg lay her face in her hands and drew in a shuddering breath.

"All of her life, your mother had never told anyone of her daughter for fear that he would take you."She spent all of her life hiding, running with you swaddled and smothered in each hiding place, never finding peace."

"Why"? Rosae choked vauge and stuttering, barley able to speak her mind.

"That child." "I must now explain."

She pasued as if to ponder the question. "There is a presence in this Opera house." "Your mother was a smart girl..she knew he was not dead".

"A...presence?", Rosae shuddered half consious in her chair from the terrible shock.

Meg lowered her tone as she dimed the keroscene lamps."Why, we do not speak of him, but his name is Erik..a madman and a genious...""He still plays concealed in the shadows." "Singing in the fathoms below the theatre,and he shall never wither,or gray."He lives off of music and it sustains his youth,although he is somewhat in his prime fortith years".

Her voice was barley above a whisper."He is the reason". If he discovered that you were a Daae...You would be in mortal danger. "He solidly belived your father was killed".Roaul is not dead...Your valiant father escaped Eriks mad killing attempts.

She paused for a moment to let Rosae recover from her disorianted state.

"My father", She whispered clapsing her hand to her chest as if to ease the pain.

"Yes he lives, but only just so".

Meg gently placed Rosaes hands in her own.

"After your mother died...he swore he would never let anything happen to you". "Roaul tried to keep you hidden". "He gave you to me just for awhile, until he could find a safe passage out of France". "You were to leave on a Ferry for Italy the next morning, but there had been an accident before hand".

"Raoul was thrown from a carrige in the middle of a raging storm coming to fetch you". He had hit the ground crashing, truly losing everything. His memory served him no longer for days I watched from a distance,IsawRoaul have fits of crying...For Cristine,for you.

Rosae pictured her father calling to her. She vaguley remembered a freezing night. The rain was falling as she peered out a window alone. People were screaming as she ran out side into the street. Now she at last she understood the dreams that had haunted her sleep.

Meg contiued with empathy."An old friend of his, a Persain man, who had served him previously lives as a servant with him now"."The Persian helps to ressurect his past without bringing him to shock".

"Your father dose not rememer anything before that fatefull night, not even you my dear".

"He is in the care of a few others". "They often lead him to leave flowers on Cristines grave". "He cries for his loss, and yet he does not understand"."Even so It brings him peace".

"I knew it was best if you thought him to be gone...in hopes that you would not go looking for him". " I must ask you not to for the visit for it will end in dissapointment"."He is not the loving father he used to be he has grown bitterly cold and desolate".

Meg stroked her hand gently, and bore into her soul with her warm perriwinkle eyes.

Rosae turned away suddlenly upsetting the cup of tea. "you...you...lied to me", she gasped tears welling in the brims of her eyes. "You are oh so horrible...how could you"?

"My girl, I had to save you",She replied gently."Dry your tears lamb, I have something more."

Meg went away, and Rummaged through her dresser drawers. From the bottom she pulled a cloth package and presented her with it.

"This was found among his possesions". " It was to be a gift for you when you were grown". "This piece was discovered in the ashes of the Opera house before its re-opening". "Your father recived this from an auction, even though it pained him greatly to look at.It was your mothers when she was a young singer. "And now dearest"."It is yours".

Rosae pulled away the cloth to uncover the most beautiful necklace she had ever laid eyes on. She held up the sparkling gold chain to the dim light. At the end of it was an intricate angel clasping a sheet of music.Its delicatley spread wings were encrused with sparkling diamonds and rubys.

Her tears broke into sobs as she traced her fingers along the necklace.

Meg ran her hands through Rosaes tumbling chessnut locks.

She took Rosaes face in her hands.You look so muchlike your mother you know...Execpt for your eyes,a hazel,your eyes are theirs combined.You have your fathers burning curiosity and determination,and Cristines remarkable talent. Your parents would be so proud of what a young women you have become.

Rosae closed her tear stained eyes as she layed the necklace around her neck. A smile crept along her face."Thank you for everything", she whispered on the verge of tears.She embraced her tightly as Megs sunshine hair fell over her."

Rosae was at peace for the time being,but little could she forsee what passions and dangers lie ahead for her at the Opera Populaire!