The Chapel

[The Phantom]

This small chapel lies beneath the Opera House. Many young dancers or singers come here to pray and pay their respects to those who have passed on. A small table stands in a corner holding candles to light. A painted glass window is barred, excluding all on the outside. Light pours in through it creating a beautiful dance of light. The walls and floor are cement and beautiful frescos of angels and cherubs are painted on the cold walls. There is one pew in the center of the small room in which a kneeler can be pulled out.

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[marie]

Marie Pero

Whispers of silver,
Touches of gold,
I have heard stories of beauty of old.
Treasure that’s greater
Than any can see,
Is that what…awaits me?

She hummed the song softly to herself, a bittersweet smile on her face. Raising her spring green eyes to the picture of the angel, she smiled through her tears. Pale hands clasped, Marie prayed silently. “Thank you, oh Lord, for saving me. Had you not I would have been forced to become a prostitute because of our impoverished state. Protect my mother from Edward, because I fear he is not well in the head.” Tears slipped down her lightly freckled cheeks as she thought of her mother.

“What life is this that calls us to live when we want to die, and die just when we think we are ready to live?” She thought to herself, remembering her father’s favorite saying. It seemed so bittersweet to her now. Richard Pero had been a good man, with so much left to give to people…and it was all snuffed out so quickly. Dealing with her father’s sudden death was not easy for Marie, but through the help of God and his angels, she was doing it…surviving. This had been her first day, and it had been brutally wonderful, if that made any sense at all.

Marie’s fiery red hair was still pulled up into a severe ballet bun. The day had begun early in the morning, and she had not gotten a chance to stop dancing since she arrived, but because it kept her mind off her father’s death, Marie did not mind. “Singing tomorrow, I’m sure.” She thought to herself in a tired but happy manner. A small flutter caught her attention, and she turned her elegant, slim neck towards the sight.