Disclaimer: Wicked and Phantom
are both very good
I don't own them
but I wish I could.
He could hear Christine's voice with every word that he read."Past the point of no return, no going back now, our passion play has now at last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question, how long should we two wait before we're one...'' He wished that the opera he had written would be true. He was reading
"...but later, the witch's conscious caught up with her. She, in a dream spoke the words 'any child borne to the killer of my familiar shall also have power to grant the immortality to one other human. One...one...one' then the witch died" He was crushed. She said that he could grant the immortality to one other, but she hadn't left the spell. He was going to have to find it on his own. He knew that his mother was from some town just outside of Paris, Acôte Dela Rivière. It wasn't far, about a six hour trip. He flagged down a coach at take him there. As he got in, he looked around at the particular coach that he was in. He moaned when he realized that this was the exact same carriage in which he had driven Christine to the cemetery earlier in the week of that horrid January night. He wondered how he would ever find the spell. Witches didn't really have spell books, he thought. Thinking of at last hearing his angel sing again, he gently drifted into sleep.
He was awoken a few hours later by the driver of the carriage, who announced that they had reached Acôte Dela Rivière. He thanked the man, and started walking toward the town square, where he would ask people where the witch had lived. He figured that there must be some thing in her house that would tell the spells. He asked a kindly older man where the house was.
"See that hut over there, that's it"
"I see no hut"
"If you look closely, you will see it.". Sure enough, he did, and made his way over there. The hut was small and cramped, as one would expect a witch's lair to be. He thought that it must have been even tighter when the witch was alive, as he could see most of the things either completely rotted down to shards, or starting to rot. He thought he would have a hard time finding something useful, however, he spotted it almost immediately when he looked at the floor. It was the only thing in the hut that wasn't rotting, even the hut itself was rotting. It was a book, a thick book... of spells. It was dusty, like the kind of book that hasn't been touched, let alone used, in many years. There was so much dust, that everything had become illegible. Erik blew it off (with difficulty though, as lately his lungs stared giving him trouble) and it read,
"The Grimmerie" He knew that this was it, he was at last going to hear his beloved angel Christine sing again. So excited that he thought his heart would burst, he chanted the words it said for the immortality spell "Til den at jeg elsker, eller den at jeg forakter, jeg bevilger De evig ungdom, og evig liv!"