Angel of Music

Chapter Six: The Phantom

He stretches forward to offer the young soprano his hand. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his. His touch was cold, causing Elsa to gasp modestly.

Elsa disappears through the mirror, which closes behind her. Twirling his cape, he arose to accompany the young soprano towards his lair.

The passageway was filled with golden candelabras, with statue hands keeping the candelabra in place. The light emitted a golden glow, making the room appear as if it was made of gold.

The Phantom lead Elsa down the continues illuminated corridor. Glancing back to Elsa occasionally, to see her staring at him. Taking small steps, he remained his hand on hers sending comfort within Elsa.

'In sleep, he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name,' Elsa spoke within her mind. She watched at her Angel but also she stared at the Phantom of Opera. Two figures stand in one. A Phantom, and an Angel.

'And do I dream again? For now, I find...' Elsa spoke again in her mind, still observing the figure who was leading her down a spiral staircase. She observed how the lighted beacon flickered and gave her sight to his face.

"The Phantom of the Opera is there...inside my mind..." She expressed out loud, as he glanced up at her. Turning away to remember the way to his lair through the labyrinth.

Now coming to a bigger pathway, Elsa finally took her eyes away from the man. She observed the few candles that lit their path. Looking forward, she sees a white stallion tied to a post. She knew that stallion from anywhere. It was Ivory her favourite horse. Ivory held a small black saddle with a golden detailing etched into the border.

"Sing once again with me, our strange duet..." His word brought her attention back to lay on him. Even though he did not glance her way, she could see his bewitching eye.

"My power over you grows stronger yet," he acquaints Elsa who merely stares. Then glancing towards her, Elsa fell into the dark ocean of his eyes.

'Though you turn from me, to glance behind,' he murmured in his mind, as he witnessed her glance behind her shoulder. Pain shot through him, but he neglected the feeling.

"The Phantom of the Opera is there...inside your mind," He specified as he looked up at her. Elsa was sat on the white beauty of Ivory, gazing down at the Phantom. He held a firm grip on Ivory's reins, not desiring it to run and take his soprano among it.

Halting Ivory, the phantom raises his hands in a swift gesture to help Elsa down. Swinging one leg around the saddle, she turns to him. As his hands encircle her waist, Elsa lifts one hand to steady herself as the other wraps around his neck.

Observing the dark gondola, which held two lanterns at the rear and front of the gondola. He guides her towards the boat, anticipating for her to step aboard it first. As she does, she senses the weight of the boat shift slightly prompting slight panic to grow. Observing her panicked state, he makes his way aboard with dainty steps. Comforted by his presence, Elsa gradually sits down in the gondola. Seizing the oar in his hands, he sets to work.

'Those who have seen your face draw back in fear,' Elsa comments within her mind, not wanting to offend her Angel.

"I am the mask you wear," Elsa commentaries as she observes the pathway they choose and the glossy water they float over.

"It's me they hear," the phantom remarks back. Continuing to move the oar which leads them down his pathway. His pathway to his lair.

'His spirit and my voice, in one combined,' she noted as she observed the path.