Hi everyone! I hope that you like my mew story! I know that I do. Please review! Has anyone seen Phantom of the Opera? Did u guys know that a movie is coming out to theaters this Christmas? I cant wait! Anyway, I'll try to get new chaps for my other stories, but im kinda upsesed with this one. :)

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Once upon a winters rose….

Up there, those are the actors and the costumes and the scenery. They don't know the soul of the opera. In your dressing room, I could only teach you the words, the notes. But here...here I can teach you the meaning.

The Phantom of the Opera

There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer;
no disease that enough love will not heal;
no door that enough love will not open;
no gulf that enough love will not bridge;
no wall that enough love will not throw down;
no sin that enough love will not redeem...
It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble;
how hopeless the outlook; how muddled the tangle; how great the mistake.
A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.
If only you could love enough you would be
the happiest and most powerful being in the world...
Emmet Fox

Magical Lovely, by Winter Rose

Chapter Two- Wanting You

Her mind fogged as she tried to revive herself from the clinging grasp of sleep. Dreamily, her eyes blinked to adjust to the light shimmering into the room. Groggily she stretched her arms to the head of the bed and let her mind wander.

'What an odd dream,' her thoughts echoed . "Those eyes seemed so real… I've never seen such beautifully blue eyes," she said to no one in particular.

Leisurely she got out of bed, her downing her silk dress. And embroidered shoes. As she turned to walk out of the chamber she noticed a small vile, on the counter, by the bed. Gently picking it up, and three drops of thick dark liquid sank down its throat A voice, a beautiful voice- from the lips of the man with the stormy blue eye. A song, and thick fluid flowing into her. Shattered memories assailed her mind.

"Sere are you in there?" Christine's voice echoed as the door swung open and hit the opposing wall. "what are you looking at?" she asked coming up to her.

"It's nothing of great impotence," Serenity responded, effectively slipping the vile into a pouch behind herself.

"Are you all right? You seem slightly pail," Christine prodded.

"I'll be fine, do you mind if I refrain from today's events though?" she asked.

"Oh! not at all! You must be horribly tired, how inconsiderate of me," Christine responded feverently."I'll leave you alone, if you need me I'll be on stage rehearsing and-"

"Alright, I understand, now go!" she cut Christine off.

"Alright, goodbye," Christine said running out.

Finally alone Serenity revealed the vile, calmly examining the liquid.

"Oracle of lunar light,
Send me second sight.

Of what happened on this night!"

Red light engulfed her body, steams of it, her eyes fell closed and she appeared, like an apparition, at the room she slept in that night.

She watched him, in the shadows, looking down at her figure. She saw him gently put his hand on her face. She also saw him pour the liquid into her, forcing her to drink by the beauty of his voice. How she wished she could see his face, just a little. But the darkness did not one to give in easily to light.

Slowly, she came back to reality. Opening her eyes she looked at the wall, at the mirror she knew covered a tunnel-the tunnel that led to him. She had to find him. She had to!

Quickly she walked over to the mirror, intently trying to find a beak. There was none.

Gently, she placed a delicate hand on the mirror and closed her eyes.

'Things seen, and things not seen,

Let me walk here between.'

Suddenly her hand slipped through the mirror. Smiling she stepped through it. The tunnel was beautiful, the carvings on the wall were that of magnificent mythical creatures, roses, lilies, and either objects that were collaged together in perfect sync. As she moved through the tunnel her heals echoed through the halls. The tunnel rounded, then dipped downward and she moved forward. There was a river, it seemed that she was now under the theater. Cautiously she moved toward the boat docked at the bank.

She didn't realize she wasn't alone, until it was too late…