Light's Love and Night's Passion

A/N: Okay, okay. I know, I know. I'm supposed to be working on other stories, but I just keep getting inspired. Well, I might not update some of my other stories for a while until I get some other ones done first. Which is supposed to be "Warming Hearts" and "Switching Lives" for Pokémon. But I'll at least leave you this prologue to peak some interest while I finish those up.

So, let's see where this goes. And action!

Prologue

Lumiose City. It's a wondrous city of enchantment, adventure and mystery in the very heart of the Kalos region. The famed Lumiose Tower stood tall in its center of the grand city, marking its place in the world. Cars and carriages zipped all around the streets, people attending to their own business for the day.

But one small white car was heading towards a magnificent yet run down building that was near the center of the city, in the vicinity of Prism Tower. The large marble building looked like it was in its prime in its time, still having the front beautifully carved, though there were moss and ivy draping down the sides. There were two sets of stairs that led up to its entrance, curved at an angle.

The car stopped in front and out stepped three teenage children, all of them looking around fourteen and fifteen years old. The first one, the eldest, was a beautiful teenage girl with long raven black hair tied into a low ponytail with bangs down the left side of her face, sun-kissed tan skin, and beautiful brown eyes. She wore a bright yellow T-shirt, fitting blue jean capri, white crew socks, and white sneakers with black lightning bolt designs on the sides. Around her neck was a Gracidea pendant on a thin gold chain. Sitting on her left shoulder was a female Pikachu with a pink bow tied around the base of her left ear.

The second was a young man, about a year younger than his sister with a similar raven color for his hair, but it also had midnight blue shades in it. His hair looked very wild and untamed, though it looked like he had tried to comb it. He also had tan skin like his sister, but his eyes were a sapphire blue instead of chocolate brown. He wore a navy blue T-shirt under a black leather vest, dark wash jeans, white socks, and black and white sneakers. On his right hand, he had a lapis blue ring with an Aura symbol engraved on it. Following close behind him was a very rare female Lucario with a silver hoop earring in her right ear to showcase her gender.

The third was another teenage boy, the same age as the first one, with ocean blue hair with his short bangs spiked up, with matching sapphire eyes. However, unlike his brother and sister, his complexion was pretty fair, along with little Z-marks on his upper cheeks. He wore a sky blue T-shirt, darker blue jeans, black socks, and red and white sneakers. On his right wrist was a simple jade and turquoise leather cord bracelet, with a pretty sapphire water droplet charm in the middle. On his shoulder was a male Piplup with a little red bandana around his neck.

The three siblings looked up at the tall building in front of them. It certainly looked run down and worse for the wear. Though it must've been magnificent to look at back in its heyday.

"Is this the right place, Mari?" The dark blue-haired boy asked his sister, feeling a little skeptical.

The teenage girl, Mari, took out a folded paper map from her pocket and looked at it. "Yep. This is it, Luke." She said. "L'air de L'harmonie. The Aria of Harmony Music Hall."

Luke whistled, impressed at the old structure in front of them. "I still can't believe that Dad actually used to live here, and training to live under their rules of performing instead of training for Pokémon battles."

"Well, he actually did train here, but he also had to learn to perform." Mari clarified for him.

The blue-haired boy continued to look up at the music hall with analyzing eyes. "But it's been closed for over sixteen years due to some freak accident." He said. "Why hold an auction now?"

Mari shrugged as she put the map away. "Who knows?" She said. "Though I've heard stories about why this place closed down.

Luke nudged his brother playfully with his elbow. "Yeah, Evan." He said, a teasing lilt in his voice. "The Angel Phantom."

Evan tried to suppress a shudder, though he glared dryly at his twin brother. "Please don't mention that name." He said as he took his Piplup off his shoulder and held him in his arms. "I've had enough sleepless nights from what people have told us when we first came to Lumiose City."

"We've only been here for a week." Luke reminded him, crossing his arms. "With Mom being the best Top Coordinator in the entire world, she had to be here for the signing of the official petition to allow holding Pokémon Contests here in Kalos."

"And yet our sick dad wants us and Mom to come to an auction being held here?" Evan asked, gesturing to the deserted music hall.

Mari rolled her eyes at Evan's well-hidden paranoia. "This place was pretty special to Mom and Dad when they were a little older than us." She explained to her youngest brother. "Of course they would want to come back here again if they ever got the chance. Dad would've come too, if Mom hadn't insisted that he stay in bed today."

The car side door was opened and an older woman, about in her thirties, stepped out. She looked much like Evan, with the same midnight blue hair and sapphire eyes, though her hair was much longer and loose on her back and her eyes have much experience in them. Her skin was also fair, but devoid of any marks. She wore a soft pink blouse under a black cardigan, jeans, and black knee-length boots.

"It's your father's fault for training out in the cold rain yesterday." Their mother, Dawn said as she closed the car door. Following close behind her was a male Prinplup. "I swear, he's still as stubborn as he was when we were kids."

"So, what's so important that we have to come and attend the auction today?" Luke asked their mother.

"You'll see." Dawn said. "Your dad said that I'll know it when I see it. And that will be the only thing we'll be bidding on, then we'll head back to our hotel."

Her children looked at each other with confused glances, but only shrugged as they followed their mother inside the building, their Pokémon following them.

When they entered inside the music hall, the auction was already taking place. There was a decent crowd gathered around, and one by one, something had been sold.

"Number Ten." The auctioneer said into the microphone. "A poster showcasing Miss Jessilia, one of the original Performers that would often perform here in this very theater."

One of the helpers showed off a faded and slightly torn poster showing a lovely woman with really long, fuschia pink hair tied up, green eyes, and wearing a deep purple dress. She was in an elegant pose that showed that she had poise.

The three siblings looked over at their mother, who was analyzing the woman in the poster. She soon rolled her eyes in annoyance and muttered something under her breath. Call her children curious, but it sounded like, "How have we not noticed them with all their silly disguises for so many years?" Maybe they should ask her about it another time.

"Selling at ¥500." There was only one bid made on the poster, and it was sold very quickly. As the buyer took away the poster, the next item came up onto the stage, and the auctioneer made the announcement and description.

"Number Eleven. A set of costume props, used by some of the performers that once danced across the very same stage that is behind us."

In the glass case, there was a silver tiara, golden bracelets, and pink hair bows. They still looked like they were in good condition. "Selling at ¥1000." The auctioneer said.

As the bids slowly counted up, Dawn looked forward and saw a chill go up her spine at who she laid eyes on. There was a tall man in the crowd with dark silver hair, violet eyes and fair skin. He wore a black shirt, dark blue pants and black shoes. There was even a white lab coat draped around his frame, so that meant that he was a professor. His eyes seemed to bore into her, even though they haven't seen each other in almost sixteen years.

Her children saw the silent exchange between their mother and the older man across the room, and they shared a curious glance with each other. It seemed that their mother and this older man had some history together. The man then turned his gaze over to them, and his deep, analyzing gray eyes seemed to penetrate them.

A faint smile came on his face when he saw them. Dawn was just as beautiful as he had last seen her when she was younger. And her children were all quite lovely. Her daughter was the spitting image of her father, even with the Pikachu perched on her shoulder; while the boys looked a bit different, yet similar. One of them was a perfect blend of his parents with a rare female Lucario by his side, while the other looked very much like his mother; right down to the little Piplup in his arms. Dawn and her husband must be quite proud of them.

The auctioneer banged his gavel loudly, calling all attention back to the auction. The costume set had been sold, and they were now showing the next item up for auction.

"Number Twelve, ladies and gentlemen. A music box studded with pieces of rose quartz. Attached, a figure of an Aipom dancing on its tail." The auctioneer announced.

Everyone turned to look at the music box. It was just as it was described. A beautiful antique, and the dancing Aipom figurine on top looked happy with a faded but grinning little face painted on. "This item was found within the vaults of the theater, and it is still in working order, ladies and gentlemen."

The assistant then turned a key that was on the side of the music box. Soon, once it was wound up a couple of times, it started to play a chiming little melody with the Aipom spinning slowly around on the top of the box. The song was calm and peaceful that everyone could feel it and couldn't help but smile.

Mari, Luke and Evan glanced over at their mother and they saw the little gleam in her eyes when she saw the music box. Apparently, that was what they were at the auction for. Prinplup even patted the side of her leg as the little melody died down.

"May we start the bid at ¥1500?" The auctioneer said. There was one bid. "Thank you."

Dawn then raised her hand, silently making her bid. "Thank you, madam. ¥2000."

The silver-haired man then raised his own hand. "Professor Sycamore, 2500. Thank you, monsieur. ¥3000?" He asked.

Dawn lifted her hand again, raising the bid. "¥3000. Do I hear 3500?"

The family turned over to Professor Sycamore. He smiled kindly at them, and then shook his head to the auctioneer, saying that he was out of the bidding.

"Selling at ¥3000. Going once, going twice." He then banged his gavel on the stand. "Sold for ¥3000 to Mrs. Dawn Ketchum. Thank you, madam."

The assistant handed Dawn the music box while Mari quickly dug through her mother's purse and pulled out the right amount of money to give to him. Dawn looked like she was on a trip down memory lane as she analyzed every little detail of it, and Prinplup looked just as entranced as she was.

A collector's piece, indeed. She thought to herself. It's exactly as he had described it. She then tilted her head slightly to the side fondly, but also with a hint of sadness in her eyes, as if she wanted to talk to the Aipom figurine. Will you still play when all of us are gone?

Mari and the twins looked at their mother with confused eyes, and then at each other. It seemed pretty obvious that this music box had some value to her. They then looked over at their Pokémon partners, and they seemed just as clueless.

"Mom?" Mari asked Dawn. "Is everything okay?"

Luke looked down at the music box in his mother's hands. "This is what we came here for?" He questioned, as if he wasn't sure if he should believe it. "A music box?"

"What's so special about this lost antique?" Evan added, eyeing the rose quartz pieces on the box. It looked like most of them lost their luster due to being in storage for longer than any of them had been alive.

Dawn smiled. "Well, this music box actually belonged to someone that your father and I once knew." She explained quietly, her little smile fading into a thin line as memories long buried deep came back into her mind. "It was a long time ago, before any of you were born, and even before your dad and I got married. She only longed to be loved, but in the end, she caused her own heartbreak."

"She?" Mari repeated, her head tilted in confusion.

"She who?" Luke asked.

"Number Thirteen." The auctioneer announced, getting everyone's attention back. "A chandelier in pieces."

Everyone in the room turned behind them as some assistants pulled away large bolts of white cloth away from a broken crystal chandelier. It looked like it could've been quite a sight when it hung from the ceiling and was not broken.

"Some of you might recall the strange events that had happened in this very music hall, revolving around the so-called Angel Phantom." The auctioneer said. "A mystery never fully solved nor explained."

The Ketchum kids' eyes widened. "She was a real person?" Evan asked, pulling his Piplup down from his shoulder to hold in his arms.

As much as Mari and Luke had wanted to tease their teenage baby brother, they were just as surprised as he was. All three of them glanced over at their mother, and saw that Dawn looked entranced, neither in intrigue nor fear.

"We have been told that this is the very chandelier that fell and broke in the famous disaster that occurred here nearly sixteen years ago." The auctioneer continued. "We have managed to fix the ropes and the lighting, and cleaned up some of the broken crystals. Perhaps we could frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little light."

As the auctioneer's assistants prepared to light up the chandelier and carefully pull it back up to the ceiling, the Ketchum kids turned over to their mother.

"Mom?" Luke asked. "The Angel Phantom was real?"

Dawn slowly nodded, her eyes still on the chandelier as it got ready to be relit for the first time in sixteen years. "As real as you and me, son." She answered.

Mari's eyes widened. "You've seen her before?" She questioned. "What did she look like?"

"Was she actually scary?" Evan added.

Dawn chuckled lightly. "One at a time." She said to them, turning to her children. "It's a story that very few people know and would ever understand." Her kids looked at her confused, so she decided to give a brief overview before diving deeper into the story.

"She may have appeared to be mysterious, beautiful and talented with her skills as a Performer. But on the inside, her spirit was corrupted, while she had believed that her own face was the corruption."

By now, the chandelier was immediately lit up and began rising up to its rightful place on the ceiling. As dust began blowing away as it did, Dawn began to recall when everything seemed right with the world, but in reality, this place held a dark secret within.

A/N: Yeah, this is based off "The Phantom of the Opera". I'm going to try and not rely very much on the musical, and slightly more on the original novel, but no promises. I've got to find it and read it for myself. Just a heads-up, there will be some death in here, including some character deaths.

So does this interest you? Well, please leave a review about what you think. Until the first official chapter, I'll see y'all!

Got to fly! ;)