The Phantom Of The Opera - MLPA

As the mysterious figure led Christine down a candlelit stone corridor, it was clear that things were not normal here. The golden bronze hands that held the candleholders moved and parted like a river around a boat as the Phantom and Christine passed by them. On occasion, the Phantom would glance back and look at his loyal student as they walked. Christine slowly began to sing as her mind wandered and a secret music played somewhere in her head.

"In sleep he sang to me.. In dreams he came.." she sang, her face be holding a look of wonder and thought. "That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name." As she sang of her past experiences with the so called angel, they entered a larger area, the Phantom grabbing a torch from a wall as they began to descend a staircase.

"And do I dream again, for now I find: the Phantom Of The Opera is there, inside my mind!" she said in a knowing tone, the organ blaring once more as they approached a small passageway. "Sing once again with me! Our strange duet." the Phantom sang in return to Christine now, his voice clean and mystical as it boomed through the acoustically sound corridors.

"My power over you grows stronger yet..!" he said, which in truth, was correct. As they walked down a sloped area of the passage, the Phantom boomed his last notes. "The Phantom Of The Opera is there, inside your mind!" he sang, stopping the both of them in front of a gondola set to rest in them underground water system beneath the Opera House.

He carefully helped Christine into the little boat before himself getting in and beginning to push them off. As the floated along casually, Christine continued to sing. "Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear.. I am the mask you wear-" The Phantom interrupted her softly, in tune with the song. "It's me they hear..!"

[[They start to sing in unison here, so I'll write both parts underneath each other.

C: "Your spirit and my voice, in one combined!"

P: "My spirit and your voice, in one combined!"

C: "The Phantom Of The Opera is there, inside my mind.."

P: "The Phantom Of The Opera is there, inside your mind.."

As they neared a large metal portcullis, Christine sang out a certain familiar line. "He's here, the Phantom Of The Opera!" a few times over before simply singing a few notes as 'Ah's. [[The way she's doing this is (pitches): 4, 3-4-3-2, 3-2, 1-2, 4. Each time she repeats it, she goes up in pitch.]] As the iron gateway opened to allow them passage, the Phantom encouraged her as she sang in a forceful, yet kind, "ing, my angel of music..!"

Once they had passed through the fate, it began to close itself once more Christine's voice and the Phantom's way of keeping it goings continuing strong. "Sing for me!" he shouted, Christine finishing off the short lived session by holding onto a high Eb note for as long as she could muster.

Now, they were both fully inside the strange cavern of the Phantom. Christine's eyes wandered in curiosity at all the hanging curtains and the abundance of candle-holders. She paused to watch the strange brown coated masked-man step out from the gondola, proceeding to take the hem of his cape in his teeth and pull it off of himself.

He stood on his hind legs and spread out his front in a showcase like manner, much like Trixie would do. He glanced around slowly as he sang, "I have brought you.. To the seat of sweet music's throne.." It was now clearly visible: the desk covered in papers, the various sheet music papers thrown about, the feather quills, even the large pipe organ in the far back of the room, which he now made his way to.

"his kingdom where all must pay homage to music.." The Phantom paused for a moment in front of the organ before continuing, his voice now raised in pitch and volume. "you have come here, for one purpose and one alone. From the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing for my music.." he explained his face insistent and hypnotically calm at the same time.

Christine didn't know how to respond to this. This was all just to much for her at once. She didn't know whether to be terrified, flattered, confused, appalled, or even all of these things at once. Her expression was as blank as a fresh sheet of paper, her eyes like skyline pools of nothing and everything as she watched the Phantom continue.

He turned slowly, beginning to walk back to his original place as he started to sing once again. "Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination." He was now closing in on the gondola which Christine had been sitting in this entire time, his voice remaining soft and tender the entire time.

He sang a final line as he eyelid out his hoof to help Christine out of the boat. "Silently the senses abandon their defenses.." he sang, taking Christine's hoof in s and helping her to step out of the little boat and onto the rocky formation he had built his domain upon.

As he led his brown maned angel through his lair, he continued to sing sweet words of song. "Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it! Sense it! Tremulous and tender.." Christine looked back at the semi-lit path they had taken into the home of the Phantom, a hoof gently placing itself upon her cheek.

The Phantom gently turned her face back towards him as he sang in an almost pleading manner, "Turn your face away from the garish light of day! Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light.." He glanced down at a diorama he had crafted of the main room of the Opera House, a figure of Christine in her dress from the most recent performance standing upon the stage with the crystal chandelier hanging above it all.

Christine looked at it as well, her mind telling her something was wrong, but every other part of her body saying something else. "And listen to the music of the night..!" the Phantom said, interrupting her thoughts about the display before her. He released her hoof from his and took off up a small ledge of stairs leading up to the organ, much as he did before.

"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge all thoughts of the life you knew before!" he bellowed, once again stretching his forelegs out wide. Now, everything grew more calm as his pitch raised slightly. "Close your eyes," and so she did, letting the music envelope her as she listened, "let your spirit start.." He took a short pause now to gain his voice.

"To soar..!" he said, his voice in a range that any normal man would have to go to falsetto for. This sent a light shiver up the spine of the white mare as opened her eyes and listened to the voice of her angel once more say, "And you'll live.. As you've never lived before.." With this, he gave a slight motion to bring her over to him.

She willingly obeyed this motion and took his hoof in hers, letting him begin his song once more. "Slowly, deftly, music shall caress you.." he said, slowly leading Christine up the small stairway that led to the platform his organ was on. "Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.." Suddenly things began to get dramatic as he leaned in a bit closer to her, slowly walking in a semicircle around her as he sang.

"Open up your mind," he commanded in song, "let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness that you know you cannot fight.." Slowly now, a small smile began to grow onto his half-masked face, giving him a slightly mad yet gentle look as he finally said, "The darkness of the music of the night..!"

But he was far from over with this, as he continued to sing with just as much power as before. "Let your mind take a journey through a strange new world, leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!" said the brown coated stallion, his figure slowly pacing around the various tables and candles spread about the platform. "Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before..!"

Instead of calming things now as he did before, his voice only intensified and grew in volume. "Let your soul take you where you long.." he took a very short pause before suddenly bellowing the next two simple words, completing the intense piece with, "To be!" But just as quickly as things had gotten loud, they got quiet once more, his voice going to a lower and softer pitch as he approached Christine once more.

"Only then.. Can you belong.. To me.." he explained, his hooves gently standing them both up on their hind legs as he gently began to caress Christine's soft white coat with his front hooves, leaning her into him carefully.

He took a short pause before once again, letting his soft voice serenade the white mare. "Floating, falling. Sweet intoxication.." He took Christine's hoof in his and slowly brought it up to his face, trailing it down one of his cheeks as he sang. This brought an almost aroused response from Christine, but he continued nonetheless. "Touch me.. Trust me.. Savor each sensation..!"

They looked each other dead in the eyes as Christine could only listen. The Phantom's voice was more than captivating as she listened, it's user causing it to raise in volume and in intensity. "Let the dream begin! Let your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write.."

Suddenly things were more calm and Christine noticed that she was being led through the maze of crafts and creations that littered the Phantom's workplace and home. He stopped momentarily at the bottom of a small staircase and turned to her to finish his uncompleted line of song. "The power of the music of the night..!"

And with the sustained note on 'night', the Phantom continued to lead a smiling Christine down a small path along the edge of the area. He stopped them both at the entrance to a small, semi-hidden room dawned with red curtains around the doorway. Christine wasn't looking into the room though. She was instructed to do so by a nod of the Phantom's head, and when she did so, her smile almost instantly faded to a look of shock.

Behind the door was a perfectly sculpted model of herself, clothed in what looked like wedding garments. Christine's mind couldn't take the amount of things happening at once right now. In short, Christine fainted. The Phantom was quick to catch his white angel though, and while walking on his hind legs, he used his forelegs to carry Christine carefully over to a luxurious bed.

Even though Christine couldn't hear him beyond the void of sleep, he sang still as he lay his sleeping beauty down upon the velvet sheets. "You alone can make my song take flight.." he said quietly, letting himself get in close to the white mares face. "Help me make the music of the.." a pause filled the gap between the rest of the song and this one gentle note of the last word.

"Night." he said, slowly standing as he held the note for a reasonably long period of time. When he had stood once more, he reached up and tugged a long rope with his left hoof. This caused a black tarp to slowly fall and surround the circular bed with the magnificently carved eagle at its headpiece. And then, the Phantom left her there to sleep. Things were going perfectly.

[[Hey there everypony! Just a, quick apology letter here, it isn't that important and has no relevance to the story, so if you don't want to bother reading it. I wanted to formally apologize for not updating.. Well, anything in the past while. I was going through a rough time in my life and didn't have the spirit to write anything. But, I am back now and shall be tying to update as frequently as possible. Also, I shall be making a promise to you all; starting now, this story will never have a chapter with less than 2,000 words in it. Ever.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story and for being such great people in general! ^_^]]