Erik's POV
I find myself staring down at the poor Gypsy's body. He was the only one besides me who was brave enough to stand up to Buquet. That's why the man was killed, but there may have been other motives, word had gotten out that the Gypsy man had inherited a great wealth from nearly 350 years ago. I found this hard to believe since the man was originally from a circus and had no stable home. I begin to walk away but something shining dully in the candle light catches my eye. I stoop down to find an antique pocket watch inside one of his pockets. I expect it is not working since it has been down here for two years with no one to watch after it. I open the lid and, to my complete surprise, find the hands still running on time, perfectly in sync. I examine the face closer and could swear that I see could a girl in there, watching me from an opening in the dial. It must be my imagination because the girl disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was also completely impossible that a woman could live inside a pocket watch, therefore it must be an illusion or the crystal caught the candle light at a strange angle.
I close the lid and fasten the watch to my waist coat, gently placing the watch in my breast pocket, before heading up to box five for one of the rehearsals. As I navigate the winding paths of the cellars I begin humming a tune that popped into my head. Strangely enough it took model after the music of the Renaissance period Italy had almost 350 years ago. I finally arrive in my box and sit down in one of the comfy chairs, ignoring the urge to take out the watch and study it closer, find out who the owner was and where it is from.
I shake the thought out of my head and return my attentions to the rehearsal, carefully noting every flaw and mistake to myself so I could convey it to the manager. Signora Giudichelli is still a beautiful singer and she is well loved, but I can see that her voice will be no longer beautiful within the next 4 or 5 years. It is a pity. Her voice is made for the opera, but alas no good things last forever. I just pray that my angel Christine's voice will mature correctly and she will become the next Prima Donna of the Opera. Then she can finally become mine. I shiver at the thought of her body next to mine, heavy with my children. I dismiss the thought as the rehearsals end and I excuse myself from my box and into the maze-like cellars. It is completely silent as I make my way down to my lair, well it was silent until I hear the faint sound of a piano playing. I take a secret passageway and search the theater from the rafters to find the mysterious pianist, but none was to be found. The only other piano in the building is the one in my lair... Has somebody found my lair?! My hands fly up to my hair and grip it in fear and terror. I manage to calm down and begin to race to my lair. I finally reach it and find it exactly the way I left it. I breathe a sigh of relief and sit down on the piano bench, carefully taking out my new found pocket watch. I flip it over to the back and see a faint inscription of a name and date. I believe it to be Ana 1524 but I cannot make it out clearly. I open the lid and hear faint music emanating from the crystal, my eyes widen and I lean my ear down to listen better, but the music has stopped. I shrug my shoulders and pocket the watch. Maybe I can solve this mystery, but at a different time. One of my many alarms has started going off, alerting me of someone's nosy presence.
Anastasia's POV
I listen intently to the opera from my bed and let the music consume my thoughts. I wonder what became of my family. Did they get revenge on my 'death'? Did my brother finally propose to the gorgeous Isabella and marry her? Do I have any living relatives? How much has the world changed in the 350 years I have been gone? Is my house still standing?
My mind races like an Arabian horse at all those thoughts. Despair seeps into my soul slowly as I go through my memories and tears begin streaming down my face. I cry for a bit longer before getting up and dusting off my dress, slowly walking over to the washbasin and wiping my face clean of all the tears, and then striding over to my piano. Since I have lived here I have found out that, much like Galileo's theory, my pocket watch seems to have a gravity of it's own. I have come to this conclusion because no matter which way the pocket watch is held I still remain on the floor and none of my things get misplaced or moved by the movement. I have also found that I no longer need to eat or drink, but water is magically provided for my use. Clothes, shoes, and other necessities were also provided by the spell. All in all my live here in the watch has not been so bad, but the past two years have been excruciatingly lonely. I had no one to talk to, no one to look at, no one to tie me to the outside world.
Maybe not that will change, I think to myself as my hands begin playing a song I composed after listening to Bach play. I lose myself in the music and hardly notice the rehearsals are over, I am drug out of my musical world by the sound of the lid opening and breathing near the crystal. I lift my hands up and stop playing, hoping that the masked man would lose interest or think it is just his imagination playing tricks on him. Suddenly there are bells going off and I hear the lid close and the man curse under his breath.
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