Phantom of the Opera but with Ponies. Rarity recounts when she first met the Phantom all those years ago.
Phantom of the Opera but with ponies. Rarity recounts when she first met the Phantom all those years ago. I hope you enjoy! This is part of my Phantom Month that I'm running from now until the end of October.
It was a dark night when he first came to me at my grandfather's old opera house: Ponyville Opera House and Historical Theater. He said his name was Edwin. His face was partially covered with a mask. He then taught me to sing and how to make proper opera costume. He taught me how to write songs. He taught me how to use my vocal chords to their full potential. He did everything to make me become a better pony and a better performer and I can't thank him enough for it. I love him. He's a best friend, a father, and a brother to me. He's my lover. He's the one and only Phantom of the Ponyville Opera House and this is our story.
One dark night, several years ago, I was practicing my routine at the Opera House. The singing, the dancing, the entire thing. As I was packing my bags to leave for the night, I was approached by a caped, masked figure. He asked me if I wanted to be a star and I said yes. That night, he took me down to his home below the Opera House.
"Who's the stallion behind the mask?" I asked him, but he refused to take it off. He said he was too hideous for even me to see. He then told me his story. It went a little something like this.
"Once upon a time," he began, "I was working on fixing the lights before a show and as I began to straighten one, the cord came loose and shocked me in the face. It partially froze my face, hence the half mask." He then got back to working on a new tune on his organ. I felt sympathy for him. He had had a hard time. He messed up his face at a young age. That would scar me too. I then went over to him and placed my head on his shoulder and asked him to sing me a song. That's how our relationship began to grow into what it has since become today.
I can still recall, a few days later, all those years ago, was when I began my singing lessons with him. He wanted to make me the star of the Opera House and I was thrilled. I jumped at the opportunity.
"Sing! My little flower! My little angel! Sing!" he would tell me. I'd then begin to sing. I'd do whatever Edwin told me.
"Ah, ah, ah, oooooooooooooooooh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooooooh," I would sing. I'd sing higher and higher and higher. But one day, after practice, I got a mysterious note telling me to never see the Phantom again. It was from my fiance, Rasool. He wasn't happy that I spent all my time with some mysterious creature that haunts the Opera House instead of him. As I read the note, the Phantom began to sing.
"Rasool, Rasool, he's not right for you. Stay with me. I can make you the star you want to be. If you go near that boy, I will string him up. Rasool, Rasool, how could you love that little fool? He's barely a man. He shakes in his boots. He fears me and rightfully so. Don't go to him, stay here with me, this is your home now, your home now Rarity. This is your home now Rarity.You see, you're past the point of no return. There's no turning back. You're past the point of no return. You're past the point of no return."
I then replied in a melodious voice. "I'm past the point of no return." I then turned around and flew into the Phantom's arms and he embraced me in a hug. We then continued my singing lessons as Rasool's note fell from my hooves onto the floor. All I wanted right then was the Phantom and the promise he gave that he'd make me the best singer in the entire Opera House.
The next day, when I returned to the Phantom's, all that long time ago, I saw Rasool hanging from the rafters, dead. "Phantom," I demanded, "why is my fiance hanging from the ceiling, all his breath gone, hanging there limp?"
"I killed him so we could be together, Rarity," he replied. "The only thing I want in life is you, you and my theater back." I scolded him for this. I was furious, mad, I had steam coming out of my ears. I was about ready to shoot him with my magic I was so mad.
"You killed him out of cold blood, that's murder, Edwin," I tell him.
"I'd do anything for you, even murder someone," Edwin replied. We then began to bicker and fight and argue for several hours on end. I even ended up shooting a beam of magic at his shoulder, burning his shoulder. I then stormed out of the room. I remember it so clearly. I walked out on my lessons with him and cried in my dressing room for the rest of the day. I refused to leave my room. He finally gave up and went back to his organ after hours of trying to persuade me to exit my room. I still love the Phantom, but he killed a stallion. That's unforgivable. It really and truly is. Around midnight, I finally left the Opera House and returned home to my father. I wouldn't see the Phantom until three weeks after that.
"So let me get this straight," says my father to me that same night at home. "The crazed Phantom killed Rasool, your fiance, but why?"
"Because he wanted to be the only lover in my life," I replied. I then levitated my brush with my magic to brush my mane as I continued to explain everything to my father.
"Well, that demon man needs to be killed, a man for a man," replies my father as he kissed me on the cheek. I then dropped my brush as I let it sink in.
"Please don't kill him!" I begged. "Sure he killed a man, but that doesn't mean he deserves to die!"
"What do you recommend? A dirty asylum cell?"
"Yes, no, I'm not sure, just promise me you won't help me," I respond. I then run off towards the theater to warn the Phantom about my father. As I arrived at the theater, I was immediately greeted by the Phantom and taken by him underground and I tell him about my father wanting to kill him. He then goes up into the lights and begins to loosen ropes enough to cause the lights to drop.
"Why does your father want to kill me?" asks the Phantom.
"Because he knows you killed my fiance," I reply to him.
"Let him come. I'm not scared of a mortal stallion," replies the Phantom. I nervously look up at him.
"Are you sure about that?" I inquire.
"I'm sure," replies the Phantom as he rubs his hoof across my face and then kisses me on the cheek. I blush as I watch him fly up into the rafters. I then return home to my bedroom at full speed ahead. A few moments later, I enter back into my room, so dad doesn't know that I was gone off to talk with the Phantom. As far as he knows, I won't be seeing the Phantom again for three weeks time.
Three weeks later, I returned to the Opera House and my opera singing lessons with the Phantom. I still wasn't over my fiance's death, mind you, but I needed to get my skills down before the big performance that weekend. I practiced for hours on end with the Phantom before we finally enjoyed a dinner together before finally parting ways. That was when I began to start feeling certain feelings for the Phantom, love, sympathy, all of it. I definitely knew he felt the same way about me since he killed my fiance to prove just that.
After I parted ways from the Phantom's lair below the Opera House, I returned to my father's home and turned in for the night. I then began to hum to myself. "Could he really be so bad? He is just a stallion, misunderstood. He's not that bad. So what, he killed a man? Why didn't that raise a red flag in my heart? Whenever I see him, my heart skips a beat? Why do I love my fiance's killer? Why oh why oh why?" I then begin to brush my hair and change into my night garments and fall asleep, dreaming about the Phantom as I sleep. I dream of he and I running the Opera House together and getting married and having a life together. Little did I know, that was going to become our reality longer down the line.
As for right now, in the current times, I'm bowed down beside my dear departed husband's grave. His gravestone reads Edwin: Father, Husband, Phantom. I sit there and put a rose on his stone and then begin to cry. I miss him. He was my life, my everything. Now, it's just me and Edwin Junior against the world. We still run the Ponyville Opera House though, in his memory. It's the only way to keep his memory alive now. Still, I can't help but sometimes think maybe, just maybe, he still haunts the opera house.
Now that Phantom is dead and gone, I have moved on to dating Rasool's older brother, Rainsool. He's a nice guy and all, but he's no Rasool and he's no Edwin. Alas, I know deep down in my heart that my son needs a father and I know that Rainsool is up for the challenge of raising a child, even if the child isn't his own. That's exactly what I need right now.
Now back to my story about the Phantom, that weekend soon arrived and I was put on center stage as the star. That upset Miss Isabel, but I didn't care. She hated me since I started working at the Opera House. As I began to sing, the Phantom went to his balcony seat, seat 5. There he sat and listened to me sing and then once Miss Isabel started to try and sing over me, he dropped the chandelier from the ceiling, nearly killing both myself and Miss Isabel. I immediately called out to him, my face fuming in anger. "Why did you drop the chandelier?" I demanded.
"Because Isabel doesn't know her place," he replied. He then tucked behind a curtain and disappeared. The next evening, we did the same opera once again with me in the starring role once again and Isabel set to not appear at all. I admit I was glad at that news. I immediately went out and took my place alongside the rest of singers and dancers. The Phantom returned to seat 5 in the balcony and watched as I pulled off a flawless performance. From what I saw when I looked up at him, I think I saw a smile and I smiled back as I continued to sing. My dream of being an opera star was beginning to bloom and I owed it all to the Phantom.
With his continued help, I became an even bigger opera star and soon was on every piece of marketing for the Ponyville Opera House. I was thrilled and I owed it all to the Phantom. Several years later, the Phantom and I tied the knot and not long after that, we had our son, Edwin Junior. We lived a happy life. I continued to sing for the Opera House while the Phantom ran it. Several years later, though, our happy life would come to an end. The Phantom died due to increasingly bad health. His death left I and our son alone, our home now being the same Opera House we were currently running.
It was a dark time for us, sleeping in the dusty Opera House every night. We had little food. Eventually, we moved in with my father and things started going up and in our favor after that. He helped us get the crumbling Opera House put back together and new shows put on several weeks later. I couldn't thank daddy enough. Thanks to him the House is still running to this day, him and my husband, Rainsool running it to this day. I still remember the Phantom and our love story and the major part the Ponyville Opera House played in it and it still brings me to tears when I think of him. Still, I'm doing what I love, shining like a star in the Opera House, my second home. Things will continue to go up and soon ours will be the most popular Opera House on the map. Phantom couldn't have expected this. If only, he could be here to see it and how well it is doing.
Sometimes, I still go out to his grave and put a rose on the top of it and have a good cry. I still miss him. Some things will never change. When I sit at his grave, I tell him how I, our son, and Rainsool are doing. I tell him how the Ponyville Opera House is doing. I spill my heart out to his grave. Sometimes, I swear he hears me. I feel he's with me whenever the wind blows across his grave and it makes me smile. I will always remember him, I will always visit his grave whenever I can. That fact will never change. I will always enjoy sharing our story of how we met. He will always have a place in my heart. I miss you, Phantom. I shed a tear. I will always miss you, Phantom. That will never ever change. That much I promise. I then burst into a flood of tears over his grave and stay there for several hours just crying my heart out. If only he could see how much his death actually affected me. If only he knew that he meant the world to me and now I'm having it hard now that he's gone. I put on a face. I put on a smile. I do it for our visitors. I do it for the ponies that enjoy our shows and attend the Phantom Museum in the basement. I do it for them, not for myself. Inside, my heart is torn to shreds. Inside, I still yearn for the Phantom, but alas, he's dead and gone forever... forever...
