Chapter 1

Eyes black as night focused on the last dying rays of the sun, which had sunk below the horizon line and was almost out of sight. These eyes were quite used to seeing this sight, and the night that came after, and so they relaxed visibly as the dark edges of night seemed to creep and overtake the daylight. He was always comfortable with the dark. There were no prying eyes, no judgements made towards him during the night. Everyone was huddled close to one another in the good company of family in the houses that scattered the countryside of Paris. Dim lights flickered on as one by one, they greeted the cold darkness in an attempt to block it out. A smile appeared on the man's lips as he thought about the homes and the families that he knew he could never have. However at the moment he felt a strange sense of companionship because only a few streets over there were another set of eyes welcoming the coming dark.

It was still early morning, but the same pair of black eyes opened, drinking in the horizon, which was now hailing the entrance of the sun. He would never tire of each sunset or sunrise because now, they were his only comforts. Stretching lazily in the dewy morning the man, but you could hardly call him that because he wasn't much more then a boy, yawned and sat up, eager for his new day. The man had spent last night taking refuge in a quiet glade amongst many Elm trees, which had prevented him from getting too soaked with the rain that had obviously fallen last night. Birds chirped their usual greetings in their sing song voices and the man hummed along as he gathered his few belongings: A black cloak, a battered wooden violin accompanied by a bow showing clearly it had been used many times over the years, a tiny piece of bread, and a flagon of wine. The man began his short walk over towards the market place, where vendors eager to start selling their wares early, were up and about shouting greetings to each other. The man sighed in happiness, he hadn't been out in daylight for as long as he could remember, nor had he ever felt the freedom he did now. He never knew his mother and father, for they died when he was very young and so the orphaned boy had been sent to an orphanage. He passed 18 years within those walls, but was never really happy for he was confined to only walking about in the dark hours and was never allowed to play or sing music, his one true passion in life. He had left, of course he hadn't asked, he had just left, and to be honest with you, he didn't much care what the orphanage or the nuns running it thought. Now he was making his way to the Paris Opera House in order to make his lifelong dream come true: to perform on the famous stage in front of prestigious Ladies and Gentlemen. His pace quickened as he passed the market place and briefly smiled as the vendors called out to him.

"Here Sir, try my shoes, sturdiest in all of Paris!"

"Sir, buy a pretty gift for your girl, you won't find prettier pearls anywhere else!"

"Come, try my pies, apple you know. Grown in my own yard, the biggest harvest yet and the sweetest!" He waved apologetically to them and reluctantly continued on, because he would have like to stayed to see the lovely things that were for sale. As he approached the foreboding steps to the Opera House he was dismayed to see that even the famous Opera Populaire had not opened. Too early still, the man thought bitterly as his eyes roamed over the exquisite details of the front widows and walls. He sat gingerly on the stone steps, as if afraid he would defile them with his presence and removed his violin and bow. This place had inspired so much creativity in him that it seemed only fitting that he should be sitting here about to play to the early shoppers. Setting his bow on the strings, he tuned up quickly, as a few onlookers gave him curious glances. He began to play and the melodious song, which issued forth was incredible for a boy of his age. The haunting song began to swell and fill the market place, which caused more curious looks from people who were passing. The man smiled to himself and began to sing along with his instrument, and the beautiful rich tenor voice floated easily around the courtyard, mixing harmoniously with the violin playing. People actually stopped to watch his, but the boy was not embarrassed, on the contrary, he had lived his whole to life to perform and he was in complete and utter bliss as he sang. Many minutes had passed by and the man was utterly unaware that three things had happened. One: Some of the kind gentlemen passing by had dropped some coins into his case. Two: many children were standing trance-like in from of him listening intently, hardly daring to breathe. And three: A portly man, dressed in red dress robes, and who was wearing a white wig had appeared at the door of the Opera House and a moment later scrambled back inside, and returned moments later with another gentleman who was puffing quite heavily. The song finished with a long sad note and the man glanced up quite surprised that people were standing there listening to him. Murmurs spread quietly through the small gathering of people and they began to disperse. The man still a little shocked was even more so as he glanced down to his case and spotted many coins twinkling up at him. He was about to pack up when he felt a heavy hand placed on his shoulder and he quickly spun around to see who it was.

"Cool it kid, the managers want a word with you in their office." Said the man in the red robes in a bored fashion. The man nodded and his gaze fell on his violin, was he in trouble? "Right, you better keep that with you, they might want to hear you play again kid. You're really quite talented." The young man gave a small smile but the man in the wig did not return the gesture. "Hurry now." He barked, "follow me, quickly kid, come on!" The young man quickly grabbed his things and the man in the wig pushed him forward towards the looming doors of the Paris Opera House.

A/N: Hello everyone! Hoped you all liked my very first chapter of my posted phan phic! Pleased keep reading and review! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. There are lots more chapters coming! I love all my reviewers! -snuggles them all-