Hey guys!

Thanks for the reviews! Sorry the chapters are short, but well...

I DON'T HAVE AN EXCUSE!D:

So, who is this mysterious girl?

Erik rode through the forest on his stallion. He was getting closer to his village now, he could see smoke from the chimneys ahead.

Suddenly, his horse stopped. Lying in front of them, in a field of heather, was a lady, wearing a faded red dress and she had bright ginger hair.

Erik didn't know what to do.

"The sensible thing," he thought "would be to leave her here."

But he couldn't.

He couldn't just leave her there. An animal could injure her. Some ruffian could harm her, or rob her.

On the other hand, Erik didn't have a home yet. Where would he take her?

But he did have a home.

The manor house he had stayed in as a child.

Erik walked into the town. The streets were crowded with people; however, as he walked down the street, they all stopped and looked at him. Erik was no stranger to this, so he carried on down the street.

"I must look even stranger than normal, with a unconscious woman on my horse and with my mask as well." Erik thought.

Finally, he reached the gate to the huge gardens. He did not have a key, so he tied his horse, which he had named Faust, to the gate, picked up the woman and somehow managed to climb over the gate.

When Erik stepped into the house (he had forced the door open), he was in shock. Everything was so different yet still the same. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere. But everything was still there.

Erik ran into the dining room and laid the lady on an armchair and ran his hand across the wall. On that particular wall, there was a huge family tree, containing all his family.

Well.

Almost all

Erik found his parents and then traced the golden vine down to him.

His face was scratched out in a black mess. The name Erik was just visible.

Erik ran his hand over the wall searching for his door.

The door to his secret room sprang open.

Erik crept inside and slowly on his old bed, curled up into a ball and wept.

Suddenly a voice said "Monsieur, why are you crying?"

Erik looked up.

There, standing in the doorway, was the pretty ginger woman he had saved earlier.

There! Comment or the managers of the opera will make you pay O.G 20, 000 francs!

PJ :3*&