Disclaimer ~ I hope you all enjoy the fact I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!!! oh yeah cept little dani... I love Dani she is soooooooo cool later on.
I hope you all take notice that I REALLY put alot of effort into finding the quotes...
infact I put an hour in tonight, so tell me if they don't represent at all.
also there a bit choppy, it is to give affect of how the terror rises in them.
Chapter Thirteen: And So It Begins
Is no one concerned for our prima donna?
Erik watched Christine get off her steed and ascend into the waiting carriage. At first he was concerned mildly and thought of it as though Raoul had needed her assistance right away.
However when the carriage was not turning around to go back to the estate, and Phantom had been left by the side of the road, the reality of the situation hit him hard. Christine was in danger, his child; his love was in serious trouble.
Here was his chance to save her, to make his presence known for a good reason, and yet he was still terrified.
As his mind raced on about how she might rejected him once again, that his life was void enough, that surely this time her rejection would kill him, his body was guiding him towards the horse waiting for him.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
Christine knew something was wrong when the driver did not respond. Terror struck her heart chords. Dear lord, what is to happen to me? What is going on? Where is Raoul to save me?
Anyone?
I do not want to die anymore! She screamed in her mind.
I have a daughter now and do not wish to die! Please lord have mercy this once, do not take me from the arms of my father only to show me what I can loose and send me back now...
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Erik road as fast as he could, trying to catch up tot he carriage that had been given a very long head start.
It is a good thing I decided to go for a walk today, He realized.
What if I hadn't been stumbling along the bush? What if Christine...
NO! He mustn't let that happen, he would save her from her kidnappers.
He rode on as fast as he could hoping the poor steed under him was not tiring of these extroverts as he himself was.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Past all hope
of cries for help:
no point in fighting -
"Where are you taking me??!!!" Christine finally screamed, pounding on the wall of her small moving prison.
"LET ME OUT!!!!" She was crying and clawing...
"Shut up you little wanton!" Bogart said and thumped the wall back at her, sending her flying into her seat and banging her hand against the glass window.
The sound of glass shattering was heard, along with Christine's sobs.
Not because she had cut her hand, but because she knew that there was no one to save her.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Past the point
of no return
Erik saw them in the distance. At first just mere specks among the horizon, and now they were beginning to take shape in his eyes.
To take his mind off the terror he felt, he tried dulling the pain by thinking of mundane and taboo things, like, how no one was on the rode today, and how he had not been riding like this in years.
This was until he was so close he could hear her, now he was right behind the carriage and could hear the pleas and sobs of his desperate Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
What was that?
She heard something behind the carriage, like the sounds of hooves behind them, which sparked a new hope, slowly, to make sure she was not noticed, she peered out the shattered window to see what was trailing behind the carriage.
It was her horse Phantom, keeping a steady pace with the carriage and that was it, her dear horse was trying to save her.
Then she heard footsteps on the roof.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
He's here: the phantom of the opera!
Erik climbed up on top of the carriage and carefully walked to where the driver was sitting. As best he could he tapped him on the shoulder, and as the driver turned he punched the man in the face.
There was a crack as the hand and flesh met, but neither knew whom it had been from. As Bogart tried to fight Erik off the horses took control of the carriage and began to steer off the road.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here, I'm here,
monsieur:
the angel of death!
Christine felt blind. She could hear the fight, but couldn't see her champion who was fighting on her behalf. She finally was beginning to feel the terror's blade begin to dull, when it pierced her flesh again.
She saw how the carriage was heading towards a cliff.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here: the phantom of the opera
Erik saw the cliff when he heard Christine's penetrating scream.
It was about half a kilometre away, but still close enough for him to be worried.
"Phantom!" He called and the horse approached the side of the carriage.
He jumped onto the back of the horse and slowed his pace so he could get to the door that led to Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Whose is that voice . . .?
Christine had shrunk back into the carriage afraid of the looming death she knew was going to receive her when the door to the carriage opened.
Quickly she leaned far enough forward to see a tall, dark figure riding beside the carriage. He was wearing a mask.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
Erik saw the shock on her face, and knew she then and their forgot that she was facing certain death in a few minutes.
"Christine!" He called, trying to sound firm, hoping he still had the power to control her with his voice.
"Christine you must jump!" He called to the young woman inside.
She looked still in awe, quite unaware of her surroundings still, until he called once more.
"CHRISTINE! You must trust me, you must jump to me..." He tried to yell above the hustle and bustle of the creaky carriage.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel! I hear you!
Christine could not believe her eyes for they were surely deceiving her.
The dead had risen! The lord had granted her odd request and given her back her angel! She did not want to believe; she dared not, for it could be an absurd and cruel coincidence.
Until she heard his voice, his majestic and luminous voice.
An unearthly voice that sang to her in sleep and had been a constant craving since it had no longer rang through her soul in reality.
Even now, as it commanded and begged like an everyday man's it held a certain power. Taking the breath from her lungs and leaving her in suspended motion.
Finally as he called to her one last time, she awoke from the trance only he could put upon her and she made the step across the gap between them.
It was a far stretch, and her wounded hand did not help, but she would not of let this opportunity leave her if there were the English Channel between them. It was if God himself had blessed her by appearing in front of her and taking her in his arms.
She closed her eyes as she saw the Carriage fall down the cliff, it was then the dream ended.
She knew how close she had been to having the same fate as the dead wood that just found it's end below.
It was then she realized that she was in the arms of Erik, after a year of thinking he was dead.
Is no one concerned for our prima donna?
Erik watched Christine get off her steed and ascend into the waiting carriage. At first he was concerned mildly and thought of it as though Raoul had needed her assistance right away.
However when the carriage was not turning around to go back to the estate, and Phantom had been left by the side of the road, the reality of the situation hit him hard. Christine was in danger, his child; his love was in serious trouble.
Here was his chance to save her, to make his presence known for a good reason, and yet he was still terrified.
As his mind raced on about how she might rejected him once again, that his life was void enough, that surely this time her rejection would kill him, his body was guiding him towards the horse waiting for him.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
Christine knew something was wrong when the driver did not respond. Terror struck her heart chords. Dear lord, what is to happen to me? What is going on? Where is Raoul to save me?
Anyone?
I do not want to die anymore! She screamed in her mind.
I have a daughter now and do not wish to die! Please lord have mercy this once, do not take me from the arms of my father only to show me what I can loose and send me back now...
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Erik road as fast as he could, trying to catch up tot he carriage that had been given a very long head start.
It is a good thing I decided to go for a walk today, He realized.
What if I hadn't been stumbling along the bush? What if Christine...
NO! He mustn't let that happen, he would save her from her kidnappers.
He rode on as fast as he could hoping the poor steed under him was not tiring of these extroverts as he himself was.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Past all hope
of cries for help:
no point in fighting -
"Where are you taking me??!!!" Christine finally screamed, pounding on the wall of her small moving prison.
"LET ME OUT!!!!" She was crying and clawing...
"Shut up you little wanton!" Bogart said and thumped the wall back at her, sending her flying into her seat and banging her hand against the glass window.
The sound of glass shattering was heard, along with Christine's sobs.
Not because she had cut her hand, but because she knew that there was no one to save her.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Past the point
of no return
Erik saw them in the distance. At first just mere specks among the horizon, and now they were beginning to take shape in his eyes.
To take his mind off the terror he felt, he tried dulling the pain by thinking of mundane and taboo things, like, how no one was on the rode today, and how he had not been riding like this in years.
This was until he was so close he could hear her, now he was right behind the carriage and could hear the pleas and sobs of his desperate Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
What was that?
She heard something behind the carriage, like the sounds of hooves behind them, which sparked a new hope, slowly, to make sure she was not noticed, she peered out the shattered window to see what was trailing behind the carriage.
It was her horse Phantom, keeping a steady pace with the carriage and that was it, her dear horse was trying to save her.
Then she heard footsteps on the roof.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
He's here: the phantom of the opera!
Erik climbed up on top of the carriage and carefully walked to where the driver was sitting. As best he could he tapped him on the shoulder, and as the driver turned he punched the man in the face.
There was a crack as the hand and flesh met, but neither knew whom it had been from. As Bogart tried to fight Erik off the horses took control of the carriage and began to steer off the road.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here, I'm here,
monsieur:
the angel of death!
Christine felt blind. She could hear the fight, but couldn't see her champion who was fighting on her behalf. She finally was beginning to feel the terror's blade begin to dull, when it pierced her flesh again.
She saw how the carriage was heading towards a cliff.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here: the phantom of the opera
Erik saw the cliff when he heard Christine's penetrating scream.
It was about half a kilometre away, but still close enough for him to be worried.
"Phantom!" He called and the horse approached the side of the carriage.
He jumped onto the back of the horse and slowed his pace so he could get to the door that led to Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Whose is that voice . . .?
Christine had shrunk back into the carriage afraid of the looming death she knew was going to receive her when the door to the carriage opened.
Quickly she leaned far enough forward to see a tall, dark figure riding beside the carriage. He was wearing a mask.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
Erik saw the shock on her face, and knew she then and their forgot that she was facing certain death in a few minutes.
"Christine!" He called, trying to sound firm, hoping he still had the power to control her with his voice.
"Christine you must jump!" He called to the young woman inside.
She looked still in awe, quite unaware of her surroundings still, until he called once more.
"CHRISTINE! You must trust me, you must jump to me..." He tried to yell above the hustle and bustle of the creaky carriage.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel! I hear you!
Christine could not believe her eyes for they were surely deceiving her.
The dead had risen! The lord had granted her odd request and given her back her angel! She did not want to believe; she dared not, for it could be an absurd and cruel coincidence.
Until she heard his voice, his majestic and luminous voice.
An unearthly voice that sang to her in sleep and had been a constant craving since it had no longer rang through her soul in reality.
Even now, as it commanded and begged like an everyday man's it held a certain power. Taking the breath from her lungs and leaving her in suspended motion.
Finally as he called to her one last time, she awoke from the trance only he could put upon her and she made the step across the gap between them.
It was a far stretch, and her wounded hand did not help, but she would not of let this opportunity leave her if there were the English Channel between them. It was if God himself had blessed her by appearing in front of her and taking her in his arms.
She closed her eyes as she saw the Carriage fall down the cliff, it was then the dream ended.
She knew how close she had been to having the same fate as the dead wood that just found it's end below.
It was then she realized that she was in the arms of Erik, after a year of thinking he was dead.
somehow here again . . .
I do not want to die anymore! She screamed in her mind.
I have a daughter now and do not wish to die! Please lord have mercy this once, do not take me from the arms of my father only to show me what I can loose and send me back now...
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Erik road as fast as he could, trying to catch up tot he carriage that had been given a very long head start.
It is a good thing I decided to go for a walk today, He realized.
What if I hadn't been stumbling along the bush? What if Christine...
NO! He mustn't let that happen, he would save her from her kidnappers.
He rode on as fast as he could hoping the poor steed under him was not tiring of these extroverts as he himself was.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Past all hope
of cries for help:
no point in fighting -
"Where are you taking me??!!!" Christine finally screamed, pounding on the wall of her small moving prison.
"LET ME OUT!!!!" She was crying and clawing...
"Shut up you little wanton!" Bogart said and thumped the wall back at her, sending her flying into her seat and banging her hand against the glass window.
The sound of glass shattering was heard, along with Christine's sobs.
Not because she had cut her hand, but because she knew that there was no one to save her.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Past the point
of no return
Erik saw them in the distance. At first just mere specks among the horizon, and now they were beginning to take shape in his eyes.
To take his mind off the terror he felt, he tried dulling the pain by thinking of mundane and taboo things, like, how no one was on the rode today, and how he had not been riding like this in years.
This was until he was so close he could hear her, now he was right behind the carriage and could hear the pleas and sobs of his desperate Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
What was that?
She heard something behind the carriage, like the sounds of hooves behind them, which sparked a new hope, slowly, to make sure she was not noticed, she peered out the shattered window to see what was trailing behind the carriage.
It was her horse Phantom, keeping a steady pace with the carriage and that was it, her dear horse was trying to save her.
Then she heard footsteps on the roof.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
He's here: the phantom of the opera!
Erik climbed up on top of the carriage and carefully walked to where the driver was sitting. As best he could he tapped him on the shoulder, and as the driver turned he punched the man in the face.
There was a crack as the hand and flesh met, but neither knew whom it had been from. As Bogart tried to fight Erik off the horses took control of the carriage and began to steer off the road.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here, I'm here,
monsieur:
the angel of death!
Christine felt blind. She could hear the fight, but couldn't see her champion who was fighting on her behalf. She finally was beginning to feel the terror's blade begin to dull, when it pierced her flesh again.
She saw how the carriage was heading towards a cliff.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here: the phantom of the opera
Erik saw the cliff when he heard Christine's penetrating scream.
It was about half a kilometre away, but still close enough for him to be worried.
"Phantom!" He called and the horse approached the side of the carriage.
He jumped onto the back of the horse and slowed his pace so he could get to the door that led to Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Whose is that voice . . .?
Christine had shrunk back into the carriage afraid of the looming death she knew was going to receive her when the door to the carriage opened.
Quickly she leaned far enough forward to see a tall, dark figure riding beside the carriage. He was wearing a mask.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
Erik saw the shock on her face, and knew she then and their forgot that she was facing certain death in a few minutes.
"Christine!" He called, trying to sound firm, hoping he still had the power to control her with his voice.
"Christine you must jump!" He called to the young woman inside.
She looked still in awe, quite unaware of her surroundings still, until he called once more.
"CHRISTINE! You must trust me, you must jump to me..." He tried to yell above the hustle and bustle of the creaky carriage.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel! I hear you!
Christine could not believe her eyes for they were surely deceiving her.
The dead had risen! The lord had granted her odd request and given her back her angel! She did not want to believe; she dared not, for it could be an absurd and cruel coincidence.
Until she heard his voice, his majestic and luminous voice.
An unearthly voice that sang to her in sleep and had been a constant craving since it had no longer rang through her soul in reality.
Even now, as it commanded and begged like an everyday man's it held a certain power. Taking the breath from her lungs and leaving her in suspended motion.
Finally as he called to her one last time, she awoke from the trance only he could put upon her and she made the step across the gap between them.
It was a far stretch, and her wounded hand did not help, but she would not of let this opportunity leave her if there were the English Channel between them. It was if God himself had blessed her by appearing in front of her and taking her in his arms.
She closed her eyes as she saw the Carriage fall down the cliff, it was then the dream ended.
She knew how close she had been to having the same fate as the dead wood that just found it's end below.
It was then she realized that she was in the arms of Erik, after a year of thinking he was dead.
of cries for help:
no point in fighting -
"LET ME OUT!!!!" She was crying and clawing...
"Shut up you little wanton!" Bogart said and thumped the wall back at her, sending her flying into her seat and banging her hand against the glass window.
The sound of glass shattering was heard, along with Christine's sobs.
Not because she had cut her hand, but because she knew that there was no one to save her.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Past the point
of no return
Erik saw them in the distance. At first just mere specks among the horizon, and now they were beginning to take shape in his eyes.
To take his mind off the terror he felt, he tried dulling the pain by thinking of mundane and taboo things, like, how no one was on the rode today, and how he had not been riding like this in years.
This was until he was so close he could hear her, now he was right behind the carriage and could hear the pleas and sobs of his desperate Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
What was that?
She heard something behind the carriage, like the sounds of hooves behind them, which sparked a new hope, slowly, to make sure she was not noticed, she peered out the shattered window to see what was trailing behind the carriage.
It was her horse Phantom, keeping a steady pace with the carriage and that was it, her dear horse was trying to save her.
Then she heard footsteps on the roof.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
He's here: the phantom of the opera!
Erik climbed up on top of the carriage and carefully walked to where the driver was sitting. As best he could he tapped him on the shoulder, and as the driver turned he punched the man in the face.
There was a crack as the hand and flesh met, but neither knew whom it had been from. As Bogart tried to fight Erik off the horses took control of the carriage and began to steer off the road.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here, I'm here,
monsieur:
the angel of death!
Christine felt blind. She could hear the fight, but couldn't see her champion who was fighting on her behalf. She finally was beginning to feel the terror's blade begin to dull, when it pierced her flesh again.
She saw how the carriage was heading towards a cliff.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here: the phantom of the opera
Erik saw the cliff when he heard Christine's penetrating scream.
It was about half a kilometre away, but still close enough for him to be worried.
"Phantom!" He called and the horse approached the side of the carriage.
He jumped onto the back of the horse and slowed his pace so he could get to the door that led to Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Whose is that voice . . .?
Christine had shrunk back into the carriage afraid of the looming death she knew was going to receive her when the door to the carriage opened.
Quickly she leaned far enough forward to see a tall, dark figure riding beside the carriage. He was wearing a mask.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
Erik saw the shock on her face, and knew she then and their forgot that she was facing certain death in a few minutes.
"Christine!" He called, trying to sound firm, hoping he still had the power to control her with his voice.
"Christine you must jump!" He called to the young woman inside.
She looked still in awe, quite unaware of her surroundings still, until he called once more.
"CHRISTINE! You must trust me, you must jump to me..." He tried to yell above the hustle and bustle of the creaky carriage.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel! I hear you!
Christine could not believe her eyes for they were surely deceiving her.
The dead had risen! The lord had granted her odd request and given her back her angel! She did not want to believe; she dared not, for it could be an absurd and cruel coincidence.
Until she heard his voice, his majestic and luminous voice.
An unearthly voice that sang to her in sleep and had been a constant craving since it had no longer rang through her soul in reality.
Even now, as it commanded and begged like an everyday man's it held a certain power. Taking the breath from her lungs and leaving her in suspended motion.
Finally as he called to her one last time, she awoke from the trance only he could put upon her and she made the step across the gap between them.
It was a far stretch, and her wounded hand did not help, but she would not of let this opportunity leave her if there were the English Channel between them. It was if God himself had blessed her by appearing in front of her and taking her in his arms.
She closed her eyes as she saw the Carriage fall down the cliff, it was then the dream ended.
She knew how close she had been to having the same fate as the dead wood that just found it's end below.
It was then she realized that she was in the arms of Erik, after a year of thinking he was dead.
It was her horse Phantom, keeping a steady pace with the carriage and that was it, her dear horse was trying to save her.
Then she heard footsteps on the roof.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
He's here: the phantom of the opera!
Erik climbed up on top of the carriage and carefully walked to where the driver was sitting. As best he could he tapped him on the shoulder, and as the driver turned he punched the man in the face.
There was a crack as the hand and flesh met, but neither knew whom it had been from. As Bogart tried to fight Erik off the horses took control of the carriage and began to steer off the road.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here, I'm here,
monsieur:
the angel of death!
Christine felt blind. She could hear the fight, but couldn't see her champion who was fighting on her behalf. She finally was beginning to feel the terror's blade begin to dull, when it pierced her flesh again.
She saw how the carriage was heading towards a cliff.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here: the phantom of the opera
Erik saw the cliff when he heard Christine's penetrating scream.
It was about half a kilometre away, but still close enough for him to be worried.
"Phantom!" He called and the horse approached the side of the carriage.
He jumped onto the back of the horse and slowed his pace so he could get to the door that led to Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Whose is that voice . . .?
Christine had shrunk back into the carriage afraid of the looming death she knew was going to receive her when the door to the carriage opened.
Quickly she leaned far enough forward to see a tall, dark figure riding beside the carriage. He was wearing a mask.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
Erik saw the shock on her face, and knew she then and their forgot that she was facing certain death in a few minutes.
"Christine!" He called, trying to sound firm, hoping he still had the power to control her with his voice.
"Christine you must jump!" He called to the young woman inside.
She looked still in awe, quite unaware of her surroundings still, until he called once more.
"CHRISTINE! You must trust me, you must jump to me..." He tried to yell above the hustle and bustle of the creaky carriage.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel! I hear you!
Christine could not believe her eyes for they were surely deceiving her.
The dead had risen! The lord had granted her odd request and given her back her angel! She did not want to believe; she dared not, for it could be an absurd and cruel coincidence.
Until she heard his voice, his majestic and luminous voice.
An unearthly voice that sang to her in sleep and had been a constant craving since it had no longer rang through her soul in reality.
Even now, as it commanded and begged like an everyday man's it held a certain power. Taking the breath from her lungs and leaving her in suspended motion.
Finally as he called to her one last time, she awoke from the trance only he could put upon her and she made the step across the gap between them.
It was a far stretch, and her wounded hand did not help, but she would not of let this opportunity leave her if there were the English Channel between them. It was if God himself had blessed her by appearing in front of her and taking her in his arms.
She closed her eyes as she saw the Carriage fall down the cliff, it was then the dream ended.
She knew how close she had been to having the same fate as the dead wood that just found it's end below.
It was then she realized that she was in the arms of Erik, after a year of thinking he was dead.
monsieur:
the angel of death!
She saw how the carriage was heading towards a cliff.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I'm here: the phantom of the opera
Erik saw the cliff when he heard Christine's penetrating scream.
It was about half a kilometre away, but still close enough for him to be worried.
"Phantom!" He called and the horse approached the side of the carriage.
He jumped onto the back of the horse and slowed his pace so he could get to the door that led to Christine.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Whose is that voice . . .?
Christine had shrunk back into the carriage afraid of the looming death she knew was going to receive her when the door to the carriage opened.
Quickly she leaned far enough forward to see a tall, dark figure riding beside the carriage. He was wearing a mask.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
Erik saw the shock on her face, and knew she then and their forgot that she was facing certain death in a few minutes.
"Christine!" He called, trying to sound firm, hoping he still had the power to control her with his voice.
"Christine you must jump!" He called to the young woman inside.
She looked still in awe, quite unaware of her surroundings still, until he called once more.
"CHRISTINE! You must trust me, you must jump to me..." He tried to yell above the hustle and bustle of the creaky carriage.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Angel! I hear you!
Christine could not believe her eyes for they were surely deceiving her.
The dead had risen! The lord had granted her odd request and given her back her angel! She did not want to believe; she dared not, for it could be an absurd and cruel coincidence.
Until she heard his voice, his majestic and luminous voice.
An unearthly voice that sang to her in sleep and had been a constant craving since it had no longer rang through her soul in reality.
Even now, as it commanded and begged like an everyday man's it held a certain power. Taking the breath from her lungs and leaving her in suspended motion.
Finally as he called to her one last time, she awoke from the trance only he could put upon her and she made the step across the gap between them.
It was a far stretch, and her wounded hand did not help, but she would not of let this opportunity leave her if there were the English Channel between them. It was if God himself had blessed her by appearing in front of her and taking her in his arms.
She closed her eyes as she saw the Carriage fall down the cliff, it was then the dream ended.
She knew how close she had been to having the same fate as the dead wood that just found it's end below.
It was then she realized that she was in the arms of Erik, after a year of thinking he was dead.
Quickly she leaned far enough forward to see a tall, dark figure riding beside the carriage. He was wearing a mask.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*