Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own anything, although I made up Archer, the Timekeeper, and Amanda is...me!
A note: This isn't my first shot at phanfic, although it's my first publishing. Please r&r!
Prologue:
Amanda laid down on her bed with a loud sigh. It was the night of August 5th, which was her 14th birthday. It had been a fun but tiring day, and she was almost ready for bed. She gazed up at the ceiling, letting her iPod's music fill her ears.
Past the point of no return...
She looked at her mirror, which looked almost alike to Christine's, except that it wasn't plated with gold and was mounted atop her chest of drawers. Sometimes she imagined the Phantom was gazing at her fondly behind the glass, but then she would remember that she danced crazily in her room when she thought she was alone. Pfft, she thought, He could see through that.
A quick glance at the clock told her that it was 9:30; she went to bed at 10:00. Amanda stretched, and again looked up at the ceiling.
Amanda…
Amanda froze and paused her music in a heartbeat. After not hearing it after a couple of minutes, she shrugged it off and let the music play again.
Amanda…
Amanda now sat up, looking about the room. "Hello?" she asked shakily. If she heard it again, she was going to run out the door screaming.
AMANDA!
She whirled around to a corner of the room, where what looked like a 21-year old woman was sitting in her purple beanbag chair. Her lips curled into a smile. "Who…a-are yo-ou?" Amanda stuttered, casting a cold but weak glare at the unexpected visitor. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm the Timekeeper. Since it's your birthday, I've decided to give you a little gift." Amanda shrugged. "Why me?" she asked. The Timekeeper stood up and continued.
"This is hard to understand, but you are directly related to Christine Daae, yes, Christine Daae. I know that you are a loyal Erik fan, so…" She pulled out what looked like a small, blue timer. "How about becoming his partner in crime throughout the story from 'Think of Me' to the end of the final scene? You can shorten and lengthen the story how you'd like." Amanda squealed in delight and happily accepted the trinket. The Timekeeper had already set it to the right time, date, and place, so she pressed the blinking red button.
"Where the hell is she?"
Erik paced about his lair, fingering the outfit that she had gotten for her. He heard a snap, a crackle, and a curse behind him. The Phantom whirled around to find a battered girl standing behind him, smoothing out her shirt. She looked up, and smiled with relief. "I think I died and went to heaven," she said, brushing a hair out of her eyes. She looked down at the African skirt and the black, long sleeved, silky shirt that Erik was holding.
"Amanda, hello. I'm guessing the Timekeeper told you what's happening. Here are your clothes that you use to navigate about the Opera House. There is a black bow and eight black arrows that are waiting for you on the bed. Change, then hop into the gondola. " Erik handed her the clothes and smiled. "You are Archer the Huntress, partner in crime, apprentice, and hopefully friend to I, the Opera Ghost."