A/N: I've just started working on this story recently. It will serve as my back up for when I hit a writer's block with my other story in progress, "Princess of Egypt."I hope you'll like it. Let me know if it's worth keeping around…;)
A Once Upon a Time of Sorts
The story of the disfigured genius, who dwelled within the walls of an Opera House, is well-known. Over time however, the word "story" became plural as several variations were derived from it.
Questions arose as to who all were involved in the strange incident. Was the masked legend immortal or human?
What were the real intentions behind his interest in Christine Daae?
Why did they all suddenly…disappear in the end?
For many, the answers would never be revealed. Yes, in one way or another, everyone has heard the story of the Fantome De L'Opera. But no one knows the real story. My story. It is the true story of the Phantom of the Opera who was neither ghost nor angel, but a man; A man I loved more than life, itself.
He taught me to listen and I taught him to love. I just wish it could've been me.
It happened in the year of 1882. That's when many strange and—magical—things took place at the Opera Populaire. It was also around that time that I'd decided to seek out my brother.
Being looked upon as a lone young woman with ideals and principles of her own, traveling around the world didn't put me in highest regard of some of the folk around me. I came from a long line of "outcasts/rogues/and miscreants," as polite society would label us and so, did not hesitate to dress like one…
The streets of Paris…already, I didn't like it. Parisians were self-righteous and stuck-up was what I'd always been told, and I heartily agreed. Ever-prideful of their heritage and stone-set ways, I made up my mind I didn't care much for Paris and it, in turn, didn't care much for the likes of me.
Finally, after much wandering and the receiving of countless snobbish stares, I stood before the magnificent erection: The Opera Garnier. Where I would hopefully find who I'd been searching for.