Melody had no idea what had gotten into her. Perhaps it was previous whispers turning to shouts, ordering her attention to the wondrous music. And as unusual as it was right now, she welcomed it wholeheartedly. For most of her life, she had pushed away music, ironic to her name, but her Angel came and taught her. A pity, now that they had parted just as music became the master to her soul.

Her lips curved upwards to a faint smile as she thought about him briefly, but she soon turned her attention back to the image she drew. A lone figure was shrouded in a black cloak, whilst his dark angelic wings folded on his back. It was by no means the best, but it was good enough for her. She glanced at it once more, wondering if she should destroy it before she looked back at it with judgemental eyes, but thought better of it. It hurt too much to think right now - a fever was waging war against her body, gradually being defeated. Too gradually for her liking.

No matter; it would pass in time. It wasn't often she was seriously ill. With that as a comfort, she threw her book to the side, getting up from sitting on her bed and grabbing a movie from the closest cupboard. Really she ought to be working on her studies, but she didn't much care for that right now. 'It can wait,' she smiled, sitting back as she began to play the movie, opting to wish away her sickness in dreams of the Opera Ghost.

Melody's eyes slipped shut, her mind unfocusing into the comfort of sleep. It was this that stopped her from noticing a burst of light as shadows appeared to clash against each other, disappearing silently. The light grew, enveloping the room until it was the sleeping girl's body was the only object left visible. That too, however, soon vanished under the white. And when it faded, she was gone.

What she knew next was coldness. The feeling of being choked as water flooded into her mouth, startling her awake. Though she was a fairly decent swimmer, the shock left her confused at directions, leaving her splashing around pathetically with no success. Had she opened her eyes, all she's see would be flickering lights beyond a murky barrier, but what she did notice unconsciously was the sounds of something else splashing. Something that seemed to be drawing closer and closer with each passing second until strong arms yanked her body upwards out of the water.

Coughing violently, she clutched at her unseen saviour, fearful they'd let go of her back to drown. Their touch was careful as they pried her off, only holding her enough to stop her falling back. With a flutter of her eyelids, she managed to see a flash of white amongst the black which cloaked the stranger before the coughs subsided and her mind fell into unconsciousness.

Her saviour muttered, picking up the young girl and walking out from the lake. He laid her down on a bed laden with red silk, and stepped back to look at her for a brief moment.

"Maintenant, quelle etes-vous exactement, hmm?"