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Ch. 11: It's All So Clear |
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Salt-water leaked from eyes and fell into the pool below me. The pool where my best friend in the world had fallen, never to return again to the world above. 'Wait a minute', I thought, feeling stupid for thinking such a thing was possible. 'Mermaids can't drown, can they?'
The spell was broken. "Apparently," Mat told me as we made our way back to my grotto, "he put you in a sort of trance with his voice."
"Really?" I said. "I didn't hear anything."
"That's what he wanted you to hear. You nearly squeeled like a fangirl when he appeared at the top of the cliff. (I had seen him at the cave entrance. Bizzare.) I put you in an iron hug in order to keep you from going to him; the last thing I needed was two silly fangirls running around G-clef cave like idiots."
I felt embarrassed, and miffed, that I had done such foolish things. "What happened next?"
"He kept singing, reaching the epitomy of whatever he was vocalizing. Then, another A-minor organ chord tore through the cave and he plunged into the water with Melissa."
"That was the splash I heard then. Only, he made me think she threw herself in there, a suicide jump."
"Exactly." We faced the door of my grotto. "C'mon. You'd better tell me more about him inside."
I made some tea (Apple-chamomile, just the thing for long discussions) and we sat down on the shore. We gazed down at the water for a few minutes in silence. (I had put a spell on it so it turned different colors every few seconds.) "Well?" Mat finally asked.
"His story begins in Paris. He was living in an operahouse, more like under it actually. He had been a part of its construction a few years ago and therefore knew all the secret passages and trick doors. He fell in love with a young chorus-girl, Christine. He taught her how to sing beautifully and she entranced the hearts of millions of opera goers, with a little "encouragement" on his part.
"Apparently, one of those many people was her childhood sweetheart, Raoul. I won't get into all the details, but let's just say Phantom was the Jealous type.
"Bad led to worse as Christine fell in love with Raoul again; eventually, Raoul had the operahouse perform an opera that he had written, with Christine as the lead role, in order to draw him out of hiding. It worked, but not completely. Christine unmasked him infront of the entire audience and Phantom kidnapped her and destroyed the opera house in the process. (I always thought that the opera house reflected his emotions, and I can see his rage tearing through its very heart even now.)
"Raoul followed him down to his underground hideout, entreating him to return her. Christine begged Raoul to flee, but he insisted on Phantom letting her go. I'll give you the short version of what happened next: the Phantom nearly kills Raoul before Christine's own eyes, but Raoul is saved by the returning of a stolen kiss. (Go Erik and Christine! whee ) Phantom lets Christine go, even though he still loves her, and plunges into the prison of his own despair."
My story finished, I took a sip from my cup. I felt like crying; Phantom had kidnapped my friend and I had fallen victim to his spell at the most inconvenient of times. I felt like punching myself in the gut so that I coughed up blood. I would have deserved it too.
'You should not think such things,' a voice said in the back of my head.
"What was that?!" Mat asked me, a general look of confusion on his face. He had heard Phantom too? This was unbelievable! Now I knew what to do.
"It was Phantom's voice. You heard him when he spoke to me."
"What?"
"You must have been dreaming about him before I woke you up. When you dream about him, even once, you are subconsciously linked to him."
"Come to think of it, you might be right. I was dreaming about having a swordfight with a masked man in a snow-covered graveyard, and I was winning. *big grin*"
"It must work differently for boys. You only heard him when he talked to me, so our thoughts must be connected too. However, you can not tell him that you are listening in; otherwise our plan is ruined."
"What plan Ana?"
"Wait and see," I said with a devilish look in my eyes.
 srs diva 2011 xxl · Thu Feb 12, 2009 @ 12:42am · 3 Comments |
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