Speechless ;; Prologue

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The Phantom awoke to a warm breeze drifting across his face, carried in from the outside world. The little piece of wind flowed freely into his mask through the eyeholes, causing an eerie humming sound that filled his lonely home. The majestic stag let the sound wake him from his sleep and twisted his head to feel the warm candlelight against his cheek. It was a beautiful place, his basement abode. But desperately lonely, wretched, without her.

The Phantom snorted fiercely. He would not think of her now. Not until he had emerged from the place would he dare let his mind wander to his beloved, his lost, Christine. The disappearence of her beautiful voice had carved a hole into his heart, something that would not mend until he found her. Snorting again, the great stag heaved himself to his feet and took in an enormous breath of air through his nose. What he smelled made him toss his head - deer, a great many deer. Right outside of his home! How dare they! Grinding his teeth in rage, the Ghost charged up the steps into the outside world. He would drive away these pitiful creatures. They were afraid of him already!

What he saw made him toss his head in even greater fury. At least thirty deer were gathered amongst the ruins, huddled in small groups. Erik cast his eyes around for someone, anyone to strike, and focused on a dappled chocolate coat. The little wretch who dared call herself his half-sister - Her! He pawed the ground as she turned her head to look at him with her captivating gaze. Her eyes were riddled with confusion and apprehension, and a mixture of other emotions he couldn't guess. She called softly to him. Something about her voice made him stop. What could possibly be so important that it required a herd of deer to announce it to him? He stared at the doe through narrowed eyes as she approached cautiously.

What she told him, however, made him stop dead.

There was a new deer in the forest. Her name was Daae.

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There y'all go. Laughing out loud I'm glad to be typing again. This story's gonna be a little more poetic then the last two, and without speech, obviously. XD I just watched PotO last night so I'm good.

Enjoy!
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.............-draws another blank as to how to comment all her love for this-
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Ooo goody! I cant wait for

Ooo goody! I cant wait for more! *squirms around in seat anxiously*

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