The Phantom of the Chaos Opera

It was a very quiet day in Maris Prance. Young ponies were playing in the leaves that were being blown around by the wind. There was not many carriages about. In one of them a black Unicorn was looking out the window, he was not an old pony, but he certainly was not the young gentlecolt he once was. The carriage he was in stopped. In front of him was the old Opera House. He stepped out of the carriage and slowly walked into the building. Inside he found parts of the Opera House falling apart, the stone was crumbling, there were cobwebs everywhere, and it looked like the place hadn't been cleaned or repaired at all. The Unicorn found a small crowd of ponies, in front was a pony holding a gavel. Everything that had been found in the remains was being auctioned. "Lot 664 then a large poster from the opera Faust. May I commence five bits?" The auctioneer said in a loud voice. A young mare in the crowd raised her hoof. "Five bits yes. Six bits?" A another mare raised her hoof. "Six bits thank you. Seven, do I have seven bits?" When nopony raised their hoof the auctioneer brought out his gavel. "Selling at six bits then. Selling once.......selling twice......SOLD!" Then the next item was brought out. "Lot 665 then a music box found in the catacombs of the Opera House. On top shows a cloaked figure dancing with what appears to be a young Alicorn. Still in working order, fillies and gentlecolts." A stallion held the music box with his magic. "Showing here." He said. Then the music box began to play a sweet yet haunting tune. It echoed through the Opera House. The black Unicorn had heard that music before. And the music box looked familiar too. "May I commence fifteen bits?" The auctioneer pony said. An elderly Pegasus with a faded blue mane and a purple coat raised her hoof. "Fifteen bits thank you miss Silk Wings. Twenty bits, do I have twenty?" The black Unicorn raised his hoof. "Twenty bits thank you sir. Thirty do I have thirty bits?" The purple Pegasus Silk Wings raised her hoof once more. "Thirty yes, do I have thirty five?" Once again the black stallion raised his hoof. "Thirty five bits! Do I have forty bits?" Silk Wings thought for a moment but then shook her head. The auctioneer grabbed his gavel. "Selling at thirty five bits then, going once........going twice......SOLD!" The music box was brought towards the black stallion. He looked a the small music box in his hooves. A collectors piece indeed, every detail is just as she said. Will you still play when all of us are dead? He put his hoof on the Alicorn and sighed. The auctioneer pony smiled and moved on to the next object. "Lot 666, a chandelier in pieces........"

"Some of you may recall the legend of the Phantom of the Chaos Opera. We are told fillies and gentlecolts that this is the very chandelier that was destroyed in the famous disaster. Our workers have repaired it, and perhaps we will be able to frighten the ghost of so many years ago, with a little.......illumination. Gentlemen......." Two stallions on the balconies pulled away a tarp covering a large chandelier. The lights lit up filling the room. The stallions began to pull the chandelier higher and higher into the air. Large winds blew everywhere. All the dust slowly began to fade, the cobwebs disappeared, and everything looked cleaner and newer. Slowly everything was being fixed. The large lights on he stage were lit and engulfed in fire. Color began to flow everywhere, it looked so bright and full of splendor. The clock began to turn backwards.