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(S&D) He walks in the darkness of the night, hiding his face from all the world. They call him the phantom of the opera, his music beautiful his power unimaginable. She is the light of a kingdom, a sorceress, more powerful than all the stars in the universe. Will love be enough, when the very sky roars at their union?

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Bible
I Corinthians 13:4-8

Magical Lovely By Winter Rose

Chapter One: Dark Shadows

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"She's here, she's finally arrived!" yelled Meg Giry enthusiastically as she skipped down the steps of the stone theatre to welcome the woman gliding out of the carriage.

"Serenity!" yelled an overjoyed Christine as she too ran out and embraced the other woman. "oh, I've missed you so! How has everything been? I have so much to tell you!" Christine exclaimed happily, while leading the silver hair woman inside.

On the roof top of the Paris Opera house he watched, his dark eyes piercing through the darkness of the night. His body hidden in the shadows, almost invisible. Yet, before the silver haired woman walked in she glanced in his direction, as if, searching for someone.

"Raoul!" Christine pierced the spell that the woman had wound around him, by mentioning his wretched name. Treacherously he watched as both of the woman embraced Raoul. He then swiftly turned away from the scene and quickly strode to his cold lair. She is like no other woman I've ever seen he thought such a beautiful hair he continued to muse, then suddenly, feeling as if in some way he way betraying Christine he reverted to his cold emotionless self.

"Serenity," Christine said as she sat on her sisters bed.

"Yes?" the silver haired girl responded.

"Have you heard about the phantom? The one that haunts the Opera house?" Christine asked feeling uncertain.

"Yes, what about him?" Sere asked turning to face her brown haired kin.

"He comes to me," at Serenities quizzical look she added. "In the darkness of the night, he comes and sings for me."

Paling, Serenity responded, "don't worry, I'll watch over you."

"Thank you," she answered before drifting off to sleep. Smiling Serenity covered her and went into Christine's chamber-in order to rest.

Christine's room held many small and intricate objects, which preyed the sisters personality. Serenity quickly walked to the bed and made herself comfortable, slowly falling asleep.

In the darkest hours of the night something stirred her awake, an inner voice. Foggily she listened to the constant beating of rain against the shutters, but there was something else, something just beyond her reach. But, alas, her mind had to succumb to her utter exhaustion.

In a cloak of darkness he watched as the struggled against the god of dreams. As she battled with her inner mind. He watched as her head twisted from side to side, as her forehead became pebbled with small beads of perspiration. He watched until he could not stand her trapped cries.

Slowly, warily he neared her. Until he was near enough to lay a hand on her forehead. Her skin felt like nothing he had ever felt before, it was almost like touching a piece of heaven. Slowly his hand wandered down her porcelain like face. She shook violently as another spasm hit her body. Finally, he noticed her rising fever, and tinted cheek. Silently cursing himself, he fled his post by her side and submerged into his underground lair.

There he looked thought his bottles and jars-containing different materials. Impatiently, he made a dark elixir which would surely cure her. Grabbing the vile he seemed to fly back to her side. Gradually he threaded his hands through her hair, while thinking of how unworthy he was of such a pleasure. Lightly he lifted her head off the pillow, and when she could not drink the fluid, he sang to her, gently coaxing her to take it. He watched her all night, forgetting the woman that lay just a door down…

To Be continued…