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Prolog - The letter

Paris 1871 - Summer

One year had passed by now, after the drama that occurred at the famous Opera in Paris. One year without the slightest sign of the phantom. The directors, Firmin and André, had laughed holes into their bellies, truly believing that, he, the phantom, was dead and gone for good. Well, that's what they thought, and they were dead wrong. Erik simply hid himself away. That meant, more than he used to. Completely broken and hurting terribly. His heart shattered into thousand pieces like the mirrors all around him. Madame Giry on the other hand, wasn't planning on letting her protégé giving up on himself that easily.

After the turmoil had settled, she had gone down to his lair all by her own. She knew exactly where he was hiding. She had tried to talk to him, but it wasn't as easy as one might think. In the end, Erik finally listened to her and together they build up his home again. It had been a horrible chaos, which caused the madame to shake her head rapidly. Even though the lair was all fixed again, Erik wasn't. It took months until he came out of his shell again. Madame Giry was the only one he wanted to see. He had sworn himself never to trust again. In the first weeks he had tried to kill himself more than once but he didn't do in the end. Madme Giry was worried crazy. Still, after all those long months, he was still hurting. The love for Christiné had faded but the wound she left was still there. Whenever the madame would come to visit, Erik would try and hide his emotions away, but she knew him far to good. He had been high over heals for the young brunette, but she wasn't. He couldn't understand it. She gave him hopes so many times only to rip it all apart and running off with her childhood sweetheart. By all bad things that happened, Christine was indeed partly guilty as well. But of course, Erik only blamed himself. He was now more easily hurt. He was touchy, colder and distanced. Even to Madame Giry. Though he promised her to never kill again. However, there was something he did indeed do, and it was making the opera directors know more than clearly, that he wasn't giving up his opera house. Not now, nor ever. And he didn't give it up. He had it in control. Even better than before. If something didn't please him, he only had to write a few letters and the opera directors listened like well trained dogs. They were terrified that something might happen again. No matter how many times they tried to find and take him, they couldn't. After some time, they made an arrangement. Erik controlled his opera. And as long, as they listened to his instructions, they would have him as a friend. This time, he and Madame Giry had made sure, that no one but them, was able to find the lair. Even a mad person, that would get the insane idea, to try and find it anyway, would either get lost, or come out somewhere in the opera, but never find the lair.

Coming to the Prima Donna issue. Well. Carlotta had left the opera for quite a while. She needed time to recover. Somehow, she wanted to leave the opera once and for all but in the end she couldn't either. It was the place that helt the most memories of her deceased boyfriend. But it also helt the horrible memories of the night when the chandelier had crashed down and her boyfriend got killed. She told the directors that she would be back someday. Until then, they had to made sure, that the opera ghost was dead. Well, that statement made them sweat. Both, Firmin and Andre hoped, that if she was to come back, she would never find out, that the phantom was anything else but dead. While the big diva was gone, they had to find a replacement. No matter how hard they tried, Erik was never satisfied with the singers. Madame Giry knew, that it was Eriks frustration that they weren't Christine. But Christine was gone. Gone and she had married Raoul and left Paris. She simply didn't love Erik. The Madame wished that everything would have turned out less painful and chaotic but things happened as the had happened.

Curently, Madame Giry was in her room. In her hands she was holding a letter. This time, it wasn't from Erik. It was from her younger Brother Vincent. He got the job as the new manager on the opera and took Raoul's place with that. Actually, she should be happy but there was a potential problem rushing towards her and her opera. Shaking, she read the letter.

My dear sister,

With joy I write you, that I've got the job as the new manager of the opera.

Isn't that great? We'll finally be able to be together again. As a family.

I hope you and Megan are doing well. We heard about the accident last year.

To the phantom case, I highly doubt that but that's unimportant.

A fresh wind is going to blow into the opera once I am there.

Before I forget it, My daughter Sophie grew wonderfully. She's such a fine young lady now.

Beautiful as an angel. And her voice, oh boy, marvelous. She's a huge talent.

After all, the opera is a house of music and art. I want her to sing there.

She will become the new soprano, just you wait.

My wife and I are looking forward on arriving soon.

Dearest greetings,

your brother Vincent.

Almost dizzy, Madame Giry let herself sink into her armchair. She let out a big sigh. Her niece Sophie, here at the opera? After all that happened with Christine, she feared that something similar could happen again. She couldn't stop her family from coming to the opera but she could try and keep her niece safe as much as possible. A heavy knocking on the door made her snap out of her thoughts. It was her daughter calling.

,,Maman, they're there! Uncle Vince, aunt Eve and cousin Sophie". Madame Giry felt her heart drop down to her feet. It was too late anyway. With a slightly uneasy feeling, the ballet teacher made her way out of her room. Following her daughter into the lobby.

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