A/N: Yes I gave you 2 chapters in a day. This is only a treat and I will do this again if I get any reviews. Chapter 3 should be up on next Wednesday….or early if I get enough reviews ;) I do not own Phantom of the Opera or Labyrinth. All new characters are mine. I changed a certain tale here….
Elizabeth was at the Jacobs-Smith Manor, her beloved home….to others. True, she was rich and could wear the most beautiful of gowns, but her father was trying to marry her off. Including the fact that her younger sister, Sarah, had been ill for the past year. They were close to losing their fortune because her father kept going to the Opera Populaire every night in a private box that cost a thousand francs a night. That meant three hundred and sixty five thousand francs a year was gone.
"Elizabeth come here" her father said. She walked over to him and said, "Yes sir?" "I need you to put these books away and to make a meal for Sarah" her father said worriedly while handing her three books. Another suitor was coming to today to win her hand in marriage, but her father needed to know if he would be rich enough for his standards. She took the books to the library just a few doors down from the drawing room. She began to hum, but couldn't resist to sing.
"I am the sun and the clouds,
You are the moon and the stars.
So different we are,
Strange worlds in the background.
I belong to the light,
You belong to the darkness.
We are opposites, but the same.
For music is in our souls."
She began to dance ballet. She danced until the clock struck nine. "Oh no! Sarah!" she thought. She ran to the kitchen and made Sarah's favorite, chicken noodle soup. She brought Sarah's dinner to her sick sister. "I'm so sorry Sarah!" Elizabeth said. "Let me guess, dancing, singing, or both big sister?" Sarah asked smirking. "Both you brainy!" Elizabeth giggled. She placed the meal on the nightstand. "Okay eat up then go to sleep." Elizabeth said. "What? I don't get a single story?" Sarah whined while pouting. "Okay, one story but then off to Dreamland." Elizabeth said.
Sarah ate quickly for an eight year old. "Story! Story! Story!" Sarah chanted. "A scary one, a romance one, or an adventure?" Elizabeth asked. "No, an angel story." Sarah said. "Which angel?" Elizabeth asked for her sister never asked for an angel story. "The angel of…..of…..music!" Sarah said with excitement in her big brown eyes. "Where did you here of him?" Elizabeth asked. "Daddy said Christine Daae was obsessed about him. I want to know the story!" Sarah said.
"Once upon a time, an angel from heaven could sing beautifully, looked down on the earth when he saw a beautiful young lady. She could sing, but needed training." Elizabeth began but Sarah asked, "Training?" "That means she had to be taught to sing to her to her full potential or sing better" Elizabeth said. "Oh, go on big sister." Sarah said embarrassed. "After months of looking in on her, the Angel of Music asked God if he could teach the young lady to sing. God said, "If ye wish to give her thy gift, thy must sacrifice thy beauty." and the Angel of Music accepted. He came to the earth deformed and taught the young lady to sing. He watched her become a beautiful woman. That is when he fell in love with her.
He began to be obsessive and went against God's will and murdered anyone who got in the way of winning her heart. Sadly for the fallen Angel of Music, she had fell in love with an other and chose the other man instead of the angel. Now he looks for another love, one who could nurture his broken heart." Elizabeth said finishing her tale. "That was a sad story, Elizabeth" Sarah said as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Not all stories end happily, but we can change the ending in our dreams." Elizabeth said and kissed her little sister good night. Elizabeth went to her room right next door. It had a piano, a vanity, a wardrobe, a bathroom with a marble tub, and a red bed with black sheets. She took her bath and changed into her lavender silk nightgown and laid down. She then began to dream.
She was in a field with roses. "Hello, Elizabeth" a voice said. "Who are you?" she asked. "A friend of the Angel of Music." the voice said sounding sad. "I feel such pain and sadness knowing his past" she said with a sigh. "My dear, you only know the tale, no the truth." the voice said. "Then what is the truth? Please tell me." she said becoming curious of the true story. "I must not tell or I would betray my friend." the voice said. "Who are you?" she asked again. "A king…a goblin king." the voice said fading.
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