The Phantom's Lost Sister

The Opera Populaire

Clarice's dream

I was wondering through the cellars underneath the populaire when I heard a ghostly voice calling out to me 'Clary' it said I walked towards the voice. 'Clary, come to me''. As I walked I saw a red light coming closer and closer as it came over me the ground gave away. The last thing I saw were a pair of cold, icy blue eyes before I fell into darkness.

I woke with start. 'Clary you okay your extremely pale' asked Lizzie concerned.
I looked over at her and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. 'Yeah I'm fine, just a nightmare' Lizzie didn't look convinced but dropped it anyway. I looked out of the carriage window and saw Paris blur as we sped past. I can't seem to stop thinking about those blue eyes which I swear I've seen before.
'Hey, Clary CLARY!'
'Hmm' I answered snapping out of my thoughts.
'I've been calling your name like five times now are you sure your okay' she asked.
'Yeah I'm fine just tired, what where you saying?' Lizzie still looked worried but brushed it off. 'I was saying that you should keep your illusions to yourself and that we are almost there'
'Why? I like my illusions' placing a hand over my heart in mock offence.
'Because people would think you were in league with the phantom' she explained. I was confused who was the phantom. I was about to ask when the carriage halted. Lizzie looked over at me 'you nervous' 'no but I know you are. Come on' I grabbed her hand and climbed out of the carriage. We walked up the steps with our luggage.

As we went through the ornate doors two girls came up to us. One was tall like me with brown curls that flowed down her back with innocent brown eyes. Her friend was a bit shorter than Lizzie with blond hair and similar resemblance to Madam Giry.
'Who are you?' Asked the blond girl.
'We are from The Academy of Dance for England. We heard you needed two extra ballerinas' I explained. A look of understanding came across both girls faces. 'Follow us then' we followed them through the corridors of people. In simpler words backstage it was chaos people running around trying to get to rehearsal.
'MEG! CHRISTINE! Get back to practise' a women shouted at the girls in front of us. They hurried away quickly. She turned us
'Welcome to the Opera Populaire ladies'

A/n
I know this book is not going anywhere at the moment but I promise it'll get more interesting after she meets a certain someone