L'étrange Voyage De Monsieur Erik

by Elias Ainsworth

Christine Daae's normal life was turned up side down in one night, she got to meet and made a lot of friends, and one of them, was the most important man in her life, but if she doesn't go on a Journey of her lifetime, she would just walk pass him like a stranger. Based on one of my favorite stories : L'étrange Voyage De Monsieur Daldry, writen by Marc Levi.

1. prologue

L'étrange Voyage De Monsier Erik

I do not own anything

- You know, Javier, I was never a big fan of fate, and neither do something like a sign of life that said to be leading our way. I do not believe in the Fortuneteller's stories, based on those weird cards. Most of the time I think of everything were just some coincidence. It is just as simple as that.

- Then why did you go on such a long journey, even when you didn't believe in any of this.

- Because of the piano.

- The piano?

- Yes, the old piano, it used to be put in the soldier's dining room, but after its rhythm was broken, it was thrown away. I don't know why, but I always feel that that piano was special, or maybe it was because of the man who played it.

- Who?

- He is my neightbour_ she smiled_ he lives in the apartment opposite mine, but I am not sure if it is him who played the piano or not.

- Because of your neighbor who plays the old piano that you are here now?

- Well, you know he is the strangest man, strangest and very special man, he never doubts anything, always act before thinking. And you could say that he is the reason why I am here. thank to him I get to meet you. I have always thought that I was alone in this world, and now, I have you. But I am not sure if he is the one who played the piano or not. Every time the music was played, I could feel the loneliness in my heart, that was why I went to Brighton that weekend, to run away from that feeling

- You will have to tell me the whole story. Everything will be better if I know all of it.

- It is a very long story.

- Well, there is no rush, the wind is blowing off-shore, it'll rain_ Javie said_ the earliest trip back to the sea will be in two or three more days, so I am free. I will make us some tea and you could start from the beginning, don't leave anything out. If the secrets you tell me are true, if we are going to be a family, then I want to know everything.

Javier bends the knee before the cooking fire, puts more hot coal in it to heat a pot of water for their tea.

Javier's house was as simple as his life was. Only four walls around, only one room, simple roof, old wood floor, one single bed, one wash-basin with water as cold as ice in winter and as hot as boiled water in summer. But you could see the ocean from the house's only window, and Christine could see the harbor with boats came and went every day.

Christine drank a sip of tea that Javier has given her and started the story that leads her to her home country.