Author's Note: This is my first "Phan phic", so please be gentle. I hope you enjoy, and happy reading. R&R!
Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing, much to my dismay, but I digress...
Innocent Wrong
Prologue.
Christine Daaé had never been more wrong. It just hadn't happened. She had never had a reason to be. And now, all sixteen years of her un-wrong-ness had been wasted. Because now, she was very wrong.
Raoul was even more wrong, if that was possible. But he had been wrong before, so he knew what to expect. And it wasn't nearly as surprising as it would have been if he had never been wrong. But wrong he was, and he knew that his wrongness was evident.
Erik was perhaps the wrongest of them all. But then again, he had the most experience in being wrong, so wrongness didn't shake him the way it did the others who had less wrongnesses behind him. Erik had been wrong mostly his entire life. His experience in being wrong caused him the least grief in this wrong situation, because he knew how to react to this whole wrongness business.
So now that you know that everyone was wrong, the legend shall unfold...
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Christine was the delicate age of sixteen when the mystery of the Phantom of the Opera engulfed her. It was common knowledge for the nosy city of Paris, yet at the same time, no one ever knew quite enough to be satisfied. No one knew in exactly what order the known events took place. And what caused a person to do such damage? What was his justification for endless destruction? And, conceivably the most customary question of all, who was the man behind the mask?
In due time, all of this information would be revealed. At least to a point. The people sitting in the velvety red chairs of the opera house found out quite a bit that fateful day, when the Opera Populaire found itself smoldering and crashing to the ground.
Raoul, following Christine and the dreaded phantom into the musty, lightless abyss where the phantom made his home, found out a little bit more. He realized that the Phantom held no grudge against Christine, save that she was in love with another. He himself was in love with her. And, being a jealous man, he didn't want Christine to be shared with any other. He also discovered that behind the mask, there was indeed a man. A man named Erik.
Christine discovered a lot. Most of which had a negative effect on her sanity. In fact, she found out so very much that I'm not entirely sure that I'll be able to explain it all. All I can say is, she had all the answers. And her response was denial.
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Author's Note: That's it for the prologue, there's more to come very soon. And just so you all know, my life revolves around your reviews, so please, it only takes an extra 20 seconds, max, so leave one:)
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Chaela