Phantom of the Opera: the Love of Another

Phantom of the Opera: the Love of Another

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The Phantom of the Opera:

The Love of Another

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The rain came down harder and harder as the Honzel family reached the Honzel manner in Paris. The family ran into the storm at the Spain, France boarder and had followed them ever since. Maria was huddled with her two sons Thomas, 10, and Adam, 13, while Philippe huddled with their 7-year-old daughter Clarrisa. The children had gone to sleep but the temperature was only about 20 degrees. Suddenly the children woke from the same dream: an over turned carriage just like the one the family was in now. It was in pieces the driver lay unconscious and the horse has run away. A hand was coming from under the carriage.

“What’s the matter, young one?” Philippe asked his daughter.

“I had a scary dream. The carriage overturned and a hand was coming out from under it.” she explained.

“I had that dream too.” Adam said.

“Me too.” Thomas added.

“It was just a dream.” Maria replied. “Try to get some-” she was stopped. The carriage was run off the road because the horse has been spooked. The family was thrown from their seats and the children were throne outside. By the time the children stopped rolling. The carriage was a few yards away overturned. Philippe was laying a few feet from that.

“Papa! Just like the dream!” Clarrisa cried pointing to the carriage.

“Oh no! MARIA!” Philippe threw the carriage off of his wife, but it was too late. She had been crushed and died instantly.

The children ran to their father.

“Your mother is gone. There is nothing we can do.” Philippe sobbed.

“NO!” the children cried. This cry echoed into the night followed by a blood curdling scream that came out of the darkness.

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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” a young woman screamed.

“Clarrisa are you alright?” her father asked from the door.

“I’m fine, Papa.” the 19-year old girl answered.

“Good.” he smiled opening the door. “You really should get dressed. We leave for the Opera House is an hour. I have to give my latest opera to the managers. If you don’t mind, can I make a suggestion, my dear?”

“Of course, Papa.”

“Why don’t you wear the black one. I think it would go wonderfully with your hair.” he pointed to her closet. Philippe Honzel often spoke of his daughter’s exquisite beauty. Her brown hair that tumbled down her back. Her soft blue eyes, and rosy cheeks and she almost always wore a smile.

“Wonderful idea.” she got up and picked out her favorite black dress with small red roses around the top. She got dressed and walked down the hall to her brother’s room.

“Adam, are you awake?”

“Yes, Clarrie.”
“Just checking.” she answered and walked away. She walked down the staircase, through the parlor and into the dinning hall. She had only been able to find her way around her house since she was 15. Living in a house that had 57 rooms it was very easy to get lost.

“There you are darling.” Philippe smiled.

“Good morning father. Thomas.” she replied.

“Do we all have to go to opera father?” Thomas complained.

“Yes. So Clarrie, are you excited at least?”

“A little bit. I haven’t seen Raoul since I was little.” she said sitting down.

“Oh, I see. You just want to see Raoul again. You two always did look good together.” Thomas said slyly.

“Shut up Thomas Honzel!!!”

“No, I won’t. I don’t take orders from my little sister.”

“Both of you stop it. Finish eating so we can leave.”

“Yes father.” she replied.

The family arrived at the opera house right when the managers got there.

“Good morning, monsieur.” Philippe called.

“Ah, Monsieur Honzel. And who is this beautiful creature?” Andre asked, kissing Clarrisa hand.

“My daughter.”

“Oh, well, hello.” he blushed.

“Hello.” she smiled.

“Andre, I see you’ve met my friend and his children. Where is Master Adam?” Firman cried coming from the opera house.

“Still getting dressed. He woke up late. Well, I have the opera score right here. Clarrisa I would like you to take these to Madame Giry.”

“Yes, father.” she took the ballet steps and headed for the door.