I woke up, but not to the sun streaming on my face as one might expect.
My name is Emma Destler, daughter of the infamous Erik Destler. Yes, that Erik Destler: the Phantom of the Opera.
Perhaps you are wondering who the heck that is.
I live, as he once did, far beneath the Opera Populaire, and I have never even seen the sun. The left side of my face is ruined, like my dad's, covered in scars and blisters that extend onto my forehead and nose.
I do not know who my mother is, but I think it must be Christine Daae, for she is the only woman my dad ever loved. She left him for a man named Raoul, and I can't say that I blame her. I would have done the same thing. But I don't know for sure because Dad never talks about it.
I understand. That vixen broke his heart.
Sometimes I wonder whose side I am on. The truth is: noone's but my own. I am fifteen years old and I am about as dramatic as one would expect for having grown up under an opera house. My hair is curly and thick, my eyes are cerulean, and there isn't much more to say because I have no life to speak of.
I live in the cold darkness under a world of light and music. I live alone while people dance and sing above me, always out of reach. My life is a living hell.
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Here is the edited version of my first chapter, but I can't take credit for it! My amazing editor
@persephone7913
helped me with it and I am forever greatful!
-H.G
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FanfictionEmma is tired of life in the Phantom's lair. Her father's lair. Erik kept his daughter in the catacombs under the Opera Populaire in fear of losing her, but what if keeping her locked away from the outside world is exactly what makes him lose her. ...
