(A Phantom of the Opera Fan-fiction)
Five years after the disastrous fire took place, the burned-down Opera Populaire is a void of humanity. Only a memories, ruins, a few ballerinas and, of course, Madame Giry along her daughter, Meg Giry, were left. And, of course, there's him. The Phantom lives, deep inside the ruins of the Opera House. Though he wasn't seen or heard from ever since Christine left, it was obvious he was still there. At night everyone would hear a faint sound of an organ being played by a talented man's hands, every morning they would sometimes feel like they were being watched.
One day, though, on the day of the auction, a life changing event happened. The Opera House was sold, and it was sold to a young man...
The Phantom once again makes himself known to the Opera House. He writes notes, he threatens people and the whole package. The Phantom is somewhat disturbed when he thinks of the new manager. He had a small frame, clothes that seemed to be a bit too big for him, and an unusually feminine face, but these days, every one thought feminine faces were attractive. Then one night, while the Phantom was about to put a note on his desk, something happens... Something YOU must find out for yourself.
The great fire, it cost Erik everything he ever knew. His house, his only love... everything. He roamed the streets for almost four years, staying hidden in the shadows he made himself familiar with only to find his way back to the abandon and burnt opera house.
He stayed there and the first few months were nothing but peace, silence and his inner demons ripping him apart. He had no power for life anymore, no muse to write songs and compose miracles.
He simply spent his days looking at the cave walls, not able to think, to see, to feel.
All that changed when his ear perked the sound of a child's laughter, informing him of people entering his house but he had no power to kick them out. He saw no reason too. The Phantom was dead after all.
He assumed they were the new owners, a word he heard a few times during the past 2 weeks. He mentally scoffed, wondering what they would do with the destroyed opera. Open it again? Fix it? He could care less.
All he wanted was his solitude.
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