Past life-Emerald
Background: Past life of current Emerald.
Preferred name: Emerald Destler
Full name: Emerald Maria Elizabeth Ruby Anna Lucy Destler Ma’ at Ashlyn Ra Isis Alisa Elsa Lynn IrisZephyr Alice Bast Ella Trueheart Hathor Daniél Erik Sekhmet Terra Lachessis Echo Rhea
I’m going to start off by saying I’m blind. My friends are writing this for me. I was born in Paris, France, 1700s. I forget the exact year. Oh! By the way my name is Emerald. I’m the daughter of the phantom. Yes, yes, the phantom of the opera. It’s not all it’s made up to be. There’s only one person who’s not affected by my voice. I’ll explain later.
When I was born I was told I would never fit in with the other girls.
The exciting stuff didn’t start until I was 12. I’ll start there.
One night my father and I were in our opera house. He was writing another opera when suddenly we heard shouting. Loud, angry, shouting. Then I heard my friend Nick comes out. I ran over to him. Just to get it out of the way I’ll say that my other senses are enhanced. That’s why I won’t rely on people much. Also I can’t lie unless I want to go mute for a year.
“Nick, are you alright?” I asked him. At the time he was my best and only friend.
“It’s fine.” He said. “It’s nothing.” I could tell Nick was lying but I just shrugged and ran back to my father.
“Daddy, I hear singing.” I told him when I got back. “Can we go find out whose singing?”
He didn’t sound too happy about finding another singer.
“Quietly.” He sighed.
We went across the lake.
According to dad we were going to an opera house that is older than him.
When I opened the door to the opera house, I heard a woman’s voice.
“What are you doing here?” She asked. Her voice was filled with hurt, rage, loneliness and distrust.
I heard that tone all too often. I heard it when my dad talked about Christine.
The woman seemed to tense.
“Get out!” She yelled. Then she gasped. I heard footsteps then something saying “No. Not possible. He died years ago. How? Who was that girl?”
My dad yawned.
“Sunrise.” He announced. “Time for-“
I ran off thinking of one name. Rennet. I was supposed to be her seamstress and guardian. I may have been 12 but I looked 25.
When I got to the house of Rennet Persó I immediately got worried. The door was open but the house was silent. I ran up stairs to the second floor.
Just for the record being blind and running upstairs in hard.
When I got up there the fireplace was still going. I got worried. Rennet started to wake up. I smiled.
Rennet woke up and asked “Aren’t you here a bit early?”
“I’m here from dawn until dusk but I’ll be staying overnight tonight.” I explained.
When I’m out in public, I keep my mask hidden or I die. Yeah that’s not even the worst danger. If I sing only one person won’t be affected by my evil yet enchanting voice. I have not found that person.
“Will you hum for me?” Rennet always asked this is the morning.
For some reason I could never say no to Rennet.
