My story has now come to an end. Please don't hate me for what I did to Erik…don't hurt me… I hope ya'll like my epilogue. Sniffle I won't have any more reviewers.
Chapter 18: Epilogue
"Christine…it's a girl!" Madame Giry exclaimed. 7 months had past from Erik's death, and Christine just had her child.
"Christine…" Madame Giry continued. "I don't know how to say it, but, one of Erik's more dominate traits was passed on." Christine knew.
"Let me see her." Christine smiled. Madame Giry lifted her daughter into Christine's arms. The left side of her face was just like Erik's, but less severe. Christine didn't really mind. "Her name is Emma. She will always remind me of Erik. Emma will not grow into darkness because of her face. I promise you." She kissed her baby's small hand, which closed tightly around her index finger. Never, would she force her only child into wearing a mask.
10 years had past from Emma's birth. Christine never wanted to part with her home under the opera house, so she raised Emma up there. With every day, Emma looked more and more like her father. Within ten years, Emma grew extremely talented in playing stringed instruments, including the piano and pipe organ of her father's. With the help of her mother, Emma became a strong singer, with the voice of Erik and Christine's in one. But, unlike her mother, she sang Alto/Tenor. Christine had the hard task of telling her that singing low wasn't something to be ashamed of, but something to be glad of, because very few women she knew could sing that low.
Meg and Javier got married, and had 2 kids, Ethan, then Dani. Both of them were Emma's only children companions. They accepted her as who she was, and it didn't matter about her face.
"Mother, who was my father?" Emma asked Christine. She had never heard about her father much.
"His name was Erik. He was tall and had green eyes. And, like you, part of his face was deformed. But unlike you, it was on the right, and he was ashamed of it, and hid. He would wear a mask." Christine explained.
"Did he sing good?" Emma asked.
"Oh, yes. The best Tenor I have ever hears. He also could play most stringed instruments, including the piano, and pipe organ. The one you play on, belonged to him. He would always play it. He would be very proud of you." Christine said, pulling her daughter into a tight hug.
'He would be proud of me! Even though I never have seen nor met you, I love you father.' Emma thought, hoping her father could hear her from Heaven.
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