6-25-05
Just kind of fixed some things that needed fixing. Now, I must finish playing Final Fantasy X. Braska's Final Aeon is a tough one, but I MUST finish!
Chapter Three: Mirrored Angel
Erik
What wonderful music she had made! That voice of an angel. I watched her secretly from below listening to her miraculous performance only moments before.
I crept down the dark passages of the opera, as I did only too many days, toward Christine's sanctuary. To my prior knowledge, I knew that she sought guidance after the show, as she did every night. She sought guidance from a friend and father, although passed away, and still confronted him every night. I, too, would be there for her every sunset.
As I had concluded my journey by stopping in front on the two-way mirror, I had noticed that Miss Daae had not returned yet from the show. Of course, this was all to be practical, for she was in the middle of an act. Unlike her typical one scene, she was now to be absent from the sanctuary quite more time, for she had a greater part in the opera. This did mean, though, that I would not see her as commonly as I have been for the past three months. This made me not angry, but to the contrary, quite pleased, for she had finally advanced, not only from a chorus girl to a lead, but as a woman at the age the young of sixteen.
A curious notion had interrupted my stream of thoughts. Tonight, why had I hesitated in Christine's dressing room? Why had I abruptly stopped myself from bringing her with me into my dark labyrinth? Was I afraid? Was I fool for doing this?
I sighed deeply. For the past few days, I was not the person I once knew. My actions were peculiar. The love I felt for Christine – am I actually deeply in love with her? Not just as a father and friend, but as a lover?
My thoughts broke as I heard soft, yet rapid, footsteps coming from the hallway. At the next moment, as I expected, Christine came swiftly into the room. The look on her face was of curiosity, but concern. Her eyes darted around the room quickly, almost searching for something. Something, or someone for that matter, of comfort.
As she eyed the dark room, she situated herself on her knees in front of the mirror in which I was standing in front of. Her eyes had stopped searching around the room, and were now settled on a candelabrum in which her father's photo hung above it. The candelabra already had two candles lit from the previous night in which she had lit them herself. To her, each candle lit was a prayer to her dear father up in heaven. Tonight, yet again, she took the wick from aside, lit it from the previous candle, and let the flame from the third candle on the right grow. As simple as that, she bowed her head in silence.
Chapter Three End