AN: Yay! My first completed novel on fanfiction! I feel so proud of myself but at the same time, I feel really sad about finishing it because I really enjoyed writing it. Still, I’m glad you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. It’s one of those bittersweet times, I suppose you could say. Thank you all for all your reviews and support because I can’t tell you how much they mean to me. Your reviews have made me feel much more confident as a writer and They’ve really given me the push I needed to continue the story.

Thanks for staying to the end and if you like this one please feel free to enjoy my other stories. I’ve so many of them in my head that I can’t even publish all of them at once! Hope to see you in another world of mine.

Love & Peace,

Fantasma

XOXO

Epilogue

Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had and were together for the rest of our days. I’d like to say that we lived happily ever after, but that often points to the end. This is not the end for me, only for this tale that I have told you and the tale that I shall tell my daughter when she is older. Erik and I were blessed with a beautiful baby girl whom we had named Angelique, and although Erik’s strength and sight had been stolen from him, his eyes had healed enough to see that their brilliant blue color had been passed down to his daughter.

We had been happily married now for ten years, we have found happiness in my father’s old cottage in Sweden and Angelique is now nine years old. She has been a talented singe since before she could even talk and she adores the dramatic and musical arts. She has grown so much to be just like her father. Now as I watch my husband by the piano with our daughter, I cannot deny that returning to him was without a doubt the greatest choice I’d ever made in my life. But of course we were not the only ones who lived happily ever after.

Meg had been invited to our wedding and met M. Dubois and Adele. There, she and M. Dubois had grown fonder and fonder and fonder of him and he likewise to her until he had asked for her hand three weeks later. They have now been married nearly as long as Erik and I and together they bore a son named Gustave. They now live together in the city of Paris where M. Dubois bought L’Opera Populaire with Erik’s full acceptance. Adele is now nearly fifteen and training in her father’s opera house as a soprano and ballerina, but I often wonder what her papa would think of her affections to the friendly young stagehand, Pierre, whom she talked so very often of.

Emily and Francois were also fond of one another and married but three years after the fire. They now live together in their own home with servants of their own, including the rather familiar-looking Italian lady who cleans their house every day while loudly cursing in her native language. They bore a daughter together and named her Antoinette after their late mistress. Young Antoinette is now eight years old and a skilled ballerina at L’Opera Populaire. Mme. Giry would have been proud to have her named after her, for she is such a wonderful child.

Mme. Giry, God rest her soul, is now buried in a simple, private graveyard in the St. Joan Fields just as she would have wished to be rested by her home. She is well remembered as the kind old lady who bore the heart of a saint and a soul of an Angel. May God rest her soul in eternal peace.

As for Raoul, he never married and although I cannot ever know where he is or what he is doing, I can only believe that he has received the rewards that he deserves. Not even Meg talked of him since his forceful sin, for she hated him for his actions too well to even see him as family anymore. He was never seen nor heard from again.

And so ends the story of my journey, dear reader, and here I end my story for all to hear. For the first time in my life, I know what it means to have a happy ending in a Fairy Tale. Perhaps there really is such a thing as “happily ever after” after all. Erik believes in it now after I returned to him. If you wish it to be, this is the end and I can write no more of my life. That is for Angelique to tell, for when she is the age that I was when I met her father, I will tell this story to her so that she will learn to live the same way I did and the lessons in life that I have learned. This is the story that will teach her how to live, how to love, how to grow, and to stay strong. I can only hope, reader, that you have learned the same lessons I have in hearing my story because I can tell you no more except that my name is Christine Daae Dupont and this is the end of my story.

The End.