The Phantom of the Eternian Opera

[Phantom of Eternia]

A while back I came up with an Idea to combine three of my favorite things: Phantom, He-Man, and She-Ra into one story, the result was this story. It's basically a retelling of the Musical/Movie with some scenes added from the the Lon Chaney movie, and the genius that is Leroux's novel told with He-Man and She-Ra Characters, feel free to PM or email with any quetsions you have about the characters my email is darthkeldor@yahoo.com. here is the prologue hope you enjoy there is more to come.

The Phantom of the Eternian Opera

By: Jeff McKissock (AKA General Stingrad and the Phantom of Eternia)

Based on the novel, Le Fantôme De L’Opéra’ by Gaston Leroux, the movies The Phantom of the Opera and Andrew Lloyd Webber’s The Phantom of the Opera starring Lon Chaney Sr., and Gerard Butler, the play The Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber

(Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux and He-Man and She-Ra belong to Mattel, Filmation, and MYP)


Prologue: The Specter of the Past


The year is 1919, and the streets of Eternos, capital city of Eternia are busy. Automobiles are busy zooming on the streets. Standing out amongst the buildings of the great city is the Opera Eternia, built by the great Eternian architect Eldor De Regele.

In its heyday, the Opera house was magnificent, a palace of music, filled with paintings and statues, the most beautiful place on the planet. Unfortunately, now, it is decayed and time has dulled its once beautiful appearance. A large sign hangs above the palace of the arts, “AUCTION TODAY” it reads.

Just then, a black car carrying three passangers, two in the front and one in the back, pulls up to the Opera House, its doors bear a royal coat of arms.

The two passangers in the front, a nurse and a chauffeur, exit the vehicle and help the passenger in the back, an elderly man with white hair, out of the car and into a wheel chair.

They wheel him into the old Opera House’s main theater where the auction is taking place.

“Lot 664, a poster from the 1881 production of Ertum’s Il Ralabadio, may I start at 45 Gold Coins,” the auctioneer says as the bidding begins and soon it is sold, and the auctioneer moves on to the next item.

“Lot 665, a music box, attached to it, a figure of an Eternian chimpanzee in the garb of the Magi of Etheria, playing the cymbals, this was found in the fifth cellar of the Opera House and it still works”, he said, demonstrating the music box. “Can I start at 15 Gold Coins?’ he said.

The first to bid was the old man who bid the opening amount, but an old woman with wings, that in her youth would have enabled her to fly, but now they are too frail and withered to lift her off the ground, bid higher.

“I hear 20 Gold coins, from Mme. Angella, do I hear 25?” the auctioneer asked looking around the room.

The next to bid was a tall man with dark skin wearing red armor and a red helmet. He said nothing but simply raised his hand.

“I have twenty-five from the man in the red helmet, do I have thirty?” the auctioneer inquired again of the bidders present.

The old man looked at the winged woman and the dark skinned man; he knew that he needed to get that music box. He raised his hand and bid the amount stated. From then on, the two other bidders remained silent.

“I have thirty do I have thirty five? No? Then it’s Thirty going once, twice, sold for Thirty Eternian gold coins to the Vicomte de Grayskull, thank you sir” the auctioneer replied as he handed the music box to the Viscount.

“Amazing, it’s exactly as she described it,” he said as he ran his fingers across the music box. The item obviously held some memories for the elderly nobleman.

The auctioneer moved on to the next item, a light fixture of some kind covered with a tarp. The Vicomte, Mme. Angella, and the dark skinned man knew what it was, although the rest of the bidders did not.

“Lot 666, a broken chandelier, some of you might remember the story of the ‘Opera Ghost’ a story never fully solved. I am told that this is the very Chandelier of the infamous crash,” the auctioneer said in an ominous voice. “Our artisans have repaired it and wired it for the recently invented light bulb, so we may see what it may have looked like in its heyday; maybe we can scare the ghosts of the past away, with some light, Messieurs!”

The workmen pull the chandelier up and as soon as it’s in the air, they turn it on, and light fills the Opera House again.

Angella, the Vicomte, and the dark skinned man looked at each other as they recalled in their minds that sad, tragic story that began in the year 1881…

[Phantom of Eternia]

Here is Chapter I of the story, hope you like it


Chapter I: New Management


It was a sad day at the Opera Eternia; the managers, Messieurs Stratos and Buzz-Off were retiring. Everyone who worked at the Opera House loved them, and decided to send them out with a bang, by working extra hard on the newest opera, Il Ralabadio.


“Would you sing the line one more time and this time give it more feeling,” Madame Angella, the music and ballet director, instructed the great Man-E-Faces, Eternia’s greatest thespian.

Okay, here goes nothing, for the umpteenth time” he sighed, “Soon I Etheria will gain and become its king of fame” Man-e sang as best he could.

“Very good, Monsieur Faces” Angella praised the actor, as she turned the page of the opera score.


Just then, MM. Buzz-Off and Stratos came in the theater, along with three others. One was a large, green plant like being; the second was a human wearing a helmet with goggles; and the last was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes wearing a white shirt and a red vest.

“May I have everyone’s attention, please”, M. Stratos said as gently clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Can’t you see that we’re rehearsing, M. Stratos.” Madame Angella said with a bit of anger in her voice.

“My apologies, but I have an announcement to make,” the former manager said, as he went up on the middle of the stage. “As you know I and M. Buzz-Off are retiring, we have greatly enjoyed our term and will miss you all, but I am sure you will like the people who will take over…,” he said pointing to the two older gentlemen who came in with him, “MM. Mossman and Mekaneck” he concluded jovially. Everyone clapped to welcome their new managers as they took to the stage.

“Thank you, it is a great experience to become the managers of the Opera Eternia, we look forward to many wonderful years working here,” M. Mossman said as he walked back to let his partner speak.

“I too, like M. Mossman am happy to be your new manager, and I am also excited to introduce you to our new patron, the Vicomte de Grayskull”, M. Mekaneck said, gesturing for the young man who accompanied them to come up on the stage.

The young man, the Vicomte Adam de Grayskull went to the front of the stage “My sister, the Comtesse Adora de Grayskull, and I have always felt it was our duty to support the fine arts, and none more so than the Opera Eternia,” The Vicomte said as he bowed.

“Now we shall leave you to rehearse, come Messieurs let’s go make our management official” M. Mekaneck said as he left the stage.

After the five gentlemen left, the cast went back to rehearsing, at this time a beautiful woman wearing a Cat mask took to the stage, this was Signora Catra Felinio, the Opera Eternia’s Prima Donna and M. Faces boyfriend.

“From the top now Signora” Mme. Angella said as she began to play the music.

“I will never let Hordak rule the…” she sang before she was cut off as one of the ballasts came crashing down to her feet.

“He’s here, O.G., he did it,” the ballet girls said in unison pointing to the catwalk hoping to see the ghost.

“You foolish dancers!” Man-E snapped, M. Faces didn’t believe in the ghost and thought it absurd that the ballet girls believe in such nonsense.

“My dear, its okay, these things happen” M. Faces told his girlfriend, trying to calm her down.

“Yes these things do happen, until you stop them, I will not sing tonight,” she hissed as she walked off the stage.

“Now who will sing the part of the Angellian queen?” Mme. Angella said as she looked around with a worried face.”


“What about Teela Daaé, she has the voice to fulfill the role?” a young woman with blue eyes and pink hair, Glimmer Angella suggested. Glimmer was Mme. Angella’s only daughter and Teela’s best friend and thought it would be the perfect role for her.

“Teela, But isn’t she a chorus girl?” Monsieur Man-E asked he knew that Teela was a good singer, but it’s a great responsibility to be the lead singer.

“I think she’s ready” Glimmer chimed in, anxious to tell her friend the wonderful news.

“Very well, bring her here” Angella acquiesced to her daughter’s wishes. Even though she pretended to be skeptical, she knew that Teela was taking lessons from a mysterious teacher and knew she could easily sing the part.

“You won’t be sorry mother,” Glimmer told her mother as she went to go get Teela.


Meanwhile in the manager’s office, Stratos and Buzz-Off were finishing off the paperwork to hand over the Opera house to its new managers.

“There we go, everything is in order, congratulations Messieurs, you are now the new managers of the Opera House”, Stratos told Mossman as they shook hands.

“Thank you; it has always been my dream to manage an Opera House” Mossman told the Avionian.

“Yes, well, don’t forget to pay the ghost at the end of the week and to keep Box 5 open for him,” Buzz-Off chimed in.

Mossman and Mekaneck looked at each other puzzled, at the mention of a ghost startled them and the notion of paying a ghost is even more unsettling.

“Did you say ghost?” Mekaneck asked trying to figure out what the Andreenid had said.

“Yes, a ghost, he demands to be paid each month, he will leave you alone just as along as you pay him” Buzz-Off told him as he Stratos headed for the door.

“Come, we’ll give you the tour” Stratos told Mossman and Mekaneck as they opened the door and left.

In the dressing rooms, Teela was getting ready for chorus practice when there was a knock at the door, “Who is it?” she asked.

“It’s me, Glimmer, I’ve got some wonderful news” the visitor replied.

“Just a minute!” Teela told her friend as she went to the door and opened it, “Now what is this wonderful news you have for me?” Teela asked as Glimmer entered the dressing room.


“Catra has refused to sing tonight and you’ve been chosen to replace her”, Glimmer told Teela with the impetuousness of a child waiting for her birthday gifts.

Teela took a moment to think about this news, then it hit her, she was going to be the star of the show, “Are you serious?” Teela asked Glimmer worried it might be a prank.

“If you don’t believe me read this…” Glimmer told her as she handed Teela the playbill:

The Opera Eternia is pleased to Present
IL RALABADIO: THE STORY OF HORDAK

NOW STARRING TEELA DAAÉ AS THE ANGELLIAN QUEEN


“Wow! I can’t believe it,” Teela said exactly as she gave the playbill back to Glimmer.

“Yep, and what’s more is that your boyfriend the Vicomte Adam will be there tonight” Glimmer teased her friend.

“Glimmer, you know that I and Adam are only friends,” Teela told her best friend.

Later that night, the Opera House was filled to capacity; everyone wanted to see the last opera under the management of Stratos and Buzz-Off.

About an hour before curtain call, Adam arrived at the front of the Opera House, he was accompanied by a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a red and white dress, this was Adam’s sister, the Comtesse Adora de Grayskull.

“I told you we should have come earlier, honestly if you are going to be a socialite one day Adam you have to learn to be on time for such matters”, Adora scolded her younger brother. Adora was the eldest of the two and inherited the title of countess from their father, Comte Randor de Grayskull, who passed away a few years ago.


“Adora, you worry too much, we’re the nobility around here, they have to wait for us,” he told his sister hoping that she would understand his philosophy.

“When will you learn?” Adora sighed as she shook her head as they entered the Opera and took their seats.

Their seats were next to Box 5, which was always empty; it was kept empty for one person, the Phantom.

No one ever saw the Phantom; some people say they see a man wearing a purple cloak sitting up there with a Death’s Head, other’s claim he’s more of a Shadow, like the Shadow Priests of old. Some say he has no face, whether that means he wears a mask or it was some ghost trick, the type ghosts are known to play on the living no one knows.



During the show, Adam noticed a man in a purple cloak and what appeared to be a Death’s Head in Box 5, He elbowed his sister, “Hey Look it’s the Phantom of the Opera House” he whispered to her pointing to the man.

“Honestly Adam, a phantom, next your going to tell me he’s your uncle”, Adora scoffed not amused by her brother’s comment.

Adam shrugged, “Anything’s possible” he whispered and turned his gazed to the show again; it was Teela’s big scene.

“I can’t believe it, she’s changed so much after all this time, what a girl” Adam sighed almost fainting from love.

Adora just sighed, “Boys!” and after that ignored her brother.

After the show, Adam thought he would try to woo Teela, so he went to the dressing rooms, Adora, weary that her sibling would mess things up decided to tag along.


“Adam of all your harebrained schemes this is your worst, I should strip you of your title,” Adora threatened as she waved her fist at her brother.

“What do you know about wooing girls?” Adam retorted, confident that would silence her.

“Plenty! You forget I’m a girl,” she informed her sibling.

“Well I’m not listening to you Adora”, He told her as he knocked on Teela’s door.

“Come in” she said as was she was fixing her hair. She really didn’t want to see anybody, and probably knew it was someone asking to marry her, she got a lot of them lately, everyone wanted to be married to the daughter of the famous violinist, Duncan Daaé, and she knew she had to refuse them.

“Teela!” Adam said as he entered the room grinning like a fool, a grin of love.

“Do I know you Monsieur?” Teela asked him, looking at him, curiously.

“Why Mademoiselle, it is the little boy who retrieved your snake staff for you, it is I, The Vicomte de Grayskull,” he said trying to jog the young girl’s memory.

“I remember you, Monsieur. It’s been years Adam,” she said as she hugged her childhood friend.

The two were friends since childhood; they first met one day when Teela’s father, Duncan, was playing at a county fair. Adam was staying with his Uncle Baron Stephen of Zolacia who decided to take Adam out for some fresh air, it was then that he first saw that radiant beauty that was Teela Daaé, she was only eight at the time and he was six, the two became fast friends.

Adam and Teela would spend hours listening to Duncan playing the violin while they would tale stories from Eternia’s past, especially of the Angel of Music, an angel who visited children while they’re sleeping and gives them the gift of Music.

“When I’m in The Unknowable One’s palace, I will send him to you, my child,” he would tell her all the time.

“Do you remember the story of the Angel of Music, and how father said he would send him to me?” She asked Adam as she smiled at him.

“Why yes I do, Teela. That was your favorite story” he replied with the look of foolish love in his eyes.

“I’ve been visited by him Adam,” she said as plain as day.

“I do not doubt that for a second,” Adam told her, “but come we shall celebrate your triumph today” he said getting up.

“Adam, I can’t, the Angel is very demanding,” she told him with a look of pity in her eyes. She knew he wanted to marry her and deep down in her heart she wanted to marry him, but she knew she couldn’t.

“I won’t keep you away for too long,” Adam said in an almost jovial tone of voice.

“Adam I’m serious,” she told him, as he started for the door. She wanted to stop but not even the strength of a He-Man could have stopped him.

“So I am, be ready in three minutes.” He said as he left the room.

“Adam!” she said to try to stop him, but it was too late, he was gone.

While she was standing there, she heard a voice exclaim, “THAT FOOL, HOW DARE HE THINK HE CAN TAKE YOUR HEART FROM ME!” it was the voice of Teela’s ‘Angel of Music’.

“Angel, I’m sorry, I promise I will give my heart to no one but music,” she pleaded with the voice.

“My child, soon you will see me, and learn why I hide in darkness. Look at the mirror there is where you will see me,” The voice said hypnotically.

She looked in the mirror and beheld the image of a man wearing a tuxedo with a black mask covering his face.

“Angel, at last guide me to sing like the choirs that sing for the Unknowable One in his palace,” she said walking towards the mirror.

“Come to me my dear, your Angel of Music”, the figure said beckoning her to the mirror.

At this time, Adam, came back to the dressing room. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He was worried something happened to her, so he pressed his ear to the door and heard a man’s voice in the dressing room.

“Who’s in there?” he ordered to know, but no one answered. After a few more attempts of trying to find out who was in there and still getting no reply, he thrust his weight onto the door and forced the door off its hinges, and stumbled into the room. “TEELA!” he cried out only to find the room empty.

[Phantom of Eternia]

Here is Chapter two, hope your enjoying the show.

Chapter II: Into the Phantom’s Lair


What Adam did not know was that the Phantom had taken Teela through the mirror to the Cellars beneath the Opera House.

Teela and her angel first traveled down a large flight of steps where at the bottom a white horse waited for them. It was Spirit a horse that went missing earlier today.

The de Grayskull family donated Spirit to the Opera; The Opera used him whenever an opera called for a horse.

However, at 3:00pm he went missing, the lead handler, a man named Monsieur Fisto had told M. Mekaneck about the theft.

The manager that it was the work of a simple Horse wrangler, but Fisto said it was something more sinister.

“It’s him,” Fisto told Buzz-Off in a hushed tone, as if by telling the manger this story he would invoke this him.

“Who is him” Mekaneck asked curious as to find who this mysterious horse thief was.

“It’s the Opera Ghost sir,” Fisto told the manager, “My men saw him with their own two eyes, well sort of at least.”

Mekaneck was getting annoyed; he had enough of this ‘Opera Ghost’ nonsense and asked the handler “what do you mean ‘sort of’?” he asked as he stood up.

“Well all they saw was his shadow,” Fisto explained to Mekaneck in an eerie tone of voice.

“Did you chase after this shadow?” Mekaneck asked, hoping that at least they caught this thief.

“We tried sir but they we’re too fast,” Fisto said, “Can you do something about it?” he asked before getting up.

“I’ll file a complaint with this ‘Opera Ghost,’” Mekaneck said as he dismissed the handler. When he was sure Fisto left, he said “What nonsense, Opera Ghost” and sat down on his chair.

Deep below the Opera House, the Phantom and Teela rode for miles and miles until they came to an underground lake. It was vast and seemed to stretch for miles, on the dock they were two small rowboats.

“You did not know there was a lake down here did you, ah but there is, it is as real and terrible as the lake in Despondos,” the Phantom said pointing to the boat.


Teela looked at the boat with trepidation, why he was taking her down to the lowest levels of the Opera House, what could possibly be down here in the old cellars that he wanted her to see.

“Where are you taking me, angel?” she asked her guide, this was a bit too creepy for her liking.


“Why, I’m taking you to your Kingdom of Music, where you will be worshipped as a queen,” he said as he helped her into the boat and began to row across the lake until they reached the other side.

“Welcome to your palace of music” the Phantom said to her as he helped out of the boast and took her to a large door which he opened by saying a word which Teela did not hear.

The Phantom took her into the room; it was a large room, darkness filled the room except for the candles that shone like stars throughout it. The whole place felt like a tomb, it was decorated with skulls and bones; in the center of this monument to death was a large ornate pipe organ.

He took Teela to a corner of the room that was literally a shrine to her. The shrine had newspaper clippings, pictures and playbills from the earliest days of her career.

“Long I have worshipped you Teela, from the moment I heard you sing I knew I needed you here to give life to my music.” He told her, taking her hand and showing her small a nook and in the nook, there was a mannequin of Teela in a wedding dress.

The sight of this was too much for Teela and she fainted, The Phantom took her inside and laid her on a couch to rest.

“Soon you shall not fear the dark but embrace it as I do, and soon you shall open yourself to my music,” he whispered to her as he left her to work on some composition he was writing on his organ.

Meanwhile, up on the stage, the ballet girls were rehearsing when they saw a shadow streak across the stage. The shadow was of a man in a cape and hat.

“It’s the Opera ghost,” a young ballerina with violet hair and beautiful multicolored butterfly wings, Flutterina, said to her friend a ballerina with green hair and blue tail feathers with eye spots named Peek-A-Blue.

“You always see the Opera Ghost; everyone knows there is no such thing.” Peek-A-Blue scolded Flutterina.

“I wouldn’t say that,” A deep voice said from the shadows.

The ballerinas jump in unison from fright when they heard the voice; they thought it was the Opera Ghost coming back to scare them for not believing in him.

“I’ve seen him,” the voice said as a short man came out of the shadows, Joseph Ram-Man, the chief sceneshifter.

“What did he look like?” Flutterina asked him, eager to hear more about the Phantom.

“His face is hideous like the skin of a leper, and he has no nose,” he told them in a hushed tone of voice, the little Ballerinas hanging on his every word.

“You must always be on your toes, or else he will get you with his enchanted noose”, he continued as he took a piece of rope pretending it was the noose.

Backstage Mme. Angella was listening to the story; she came out and went up to Ram-Man.

“I would keep quiet if I were you Ram-Man, those who have told the Phantom’s secrets pay with their lives” she warned him and walked away.

Back in the Phantom’s lair, Teela woke to the sound of a music box playing softly. She found herself in a strange room, and when the music box stopped, she could hear an organ playing. She got up and followed the music to its source, when she found where the music coming from she found a man sitting and playing the organ.

“No, that’s not it!” the man yelled to himself, frustrated that he could not get the tune right. He erased the notes he played and wrote some new notes on the sheet music. He was engrossed in his work and seemed oblivious to his surroundings.

Teela could see that this man was wearing a black mask over his face; her curiosity got the best of her. She walked slowly towards the man, half-curious to see who he was and half entranced by the music.

“Ah, you are awake my dear” the man said turning to look at her, unaware of her intention.

Teela looked at the music on the organ, the title was ‘King Hiss Triumphant’; she crept closer to the man, slowing working up the guts to remove the mask and find out who her mysterious lover was why he worked down here in the cellars.

“Soon My greatest work will be finished” the man said turning to face his guest once more. “It speaks of a victorious king and his conquest of the universe and love.” He explained to her as he turned back to his work.

Finally, she got close enough, worked up enough courage, and was able to snatch the mask from his face.

The man spun around in anger, and it was that she saw that his face was deformed, “CURSE YOU!” he spat at her, “is this what you wanted to look at, yes I know, my face is a skull’ he taunted her. It was then he fell to his knees in self-pity.

“Do you think I wanted to be born this way, oh no. You have seen my heart and now you who have seen my hideous face can never leave, oh poor Teela” he said as Teela handed him his mask.

“Come we must go, those two morons who manage my theater will wonder what happened to you.” He said as he took the mask, placed it over his face and led Teela back to the surface world.

[Phantom of Eternia]

Here is the next chapter of my Phantom story hope you're enjoying it.

Chapter III: “O.G.”



“I can’t believe this!”, Mossman said as he read the paper, “’Tonight, young Teela Daaé disappeared after she delivered what some are calling ‘the greatest performance of her young career’ we fear that foul play might be at hand’”, the manager read, with a look of puzzlement on his face. “How is one supposed to run an opera house when one doesn’t have anyone to sing the opera is beyond me? Oh well at least we still get the money, nothing sells better than good old fashioned gossip”, he said as he sat in his chair.

“This is unbelievable!” Mekaneck yelled as he barged into the room, a look of anger crossed his face. “Simply unbelievable” he shouted again. This whole business was becoming a madhouse and Mekaneck; one of the ‘wardens’ was losing his mind.

“Please don’t yell, don’t you see my friend, this is a gold mine, people will flock here just to see this ‘phantom,’” Mossman explained to his friend with a look of greed on his face thinking of all the money they’ll make from this whole ‘phantom’ business.

“We don’t have any players” Mekaneck informed his colleague, unlike Mossman who knew that people will flock to the Opera House in droves just to see the Phantom, he felt this ‘phantom’ was going to the ruin of them.

“You haven’t read the note…oh you got one too” Mossman said as handed Mekaneck an envelope addressed to him.

When Mekaneck opened the envelope, he found a note written in red ink, the handwriting was sloppy as if a child wrote it, but Mek could still it, it said:


Dear Mek,


What a lovely evening, Teela was astounding, we were not mad when Catra left. Also, the chorus was amazing, but the dancing was disastrous.


Mossman took out his note, written in the same red ink and poor handwriting, the note read:

Dear Mossman,

I just wanted to remind you that I haven’t been paid yet, you can send it to me via the post care of PTO. No one likes a person who doesn’t pay up, so you better listen to me.

“What idiot would dare to send these?” Mossman shouted as he looked at his note

“Someone who thinks like a child, no doubt” Mek replied looking at his note a bit perplexed.

“Look at this these are both signed ‘O.G.’” Mossman replied as he looked the letter again.

“Who the Despondos is O.G.?” Mek asked his friend as he examined his, seeing the same signature on his note.

“O.G., O.G., O.G…wait a minute O.G. is short for Opera Ghost” Mossman told his friend realizing who it was who sent the notes.

“This is outrageous, whoever heard of a ghost who asks for money?” Mekaneck asked infuriated that someone was mocking him.

“This isn’t a ghost this is a…” Mossman begin to say but just then, the Vicomte came in.

“What did you do with her?” he said angrily.

“Who? Catra?” Mossman asked him confused; he thought Adam meant the Prima Donna.

“No Teela what did you do with her” he asked again, he seemed adamant that the managers were holding Teela hostage and came to rescue her.

“How should we know where she is?” Mekaneck asked him upset that Vicomte would even suspect them of harming her.

“Please don’t play games, I know you sent me this note” Adam said taking a note out from his pocket.

“What is this garbage of us taking her?” Mek exclaimed to Adam now become quite enraged.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know, is this not the not you sent me?” he asked holding the note to their faces.

“Give me that!” Mossman said as he snatched the note from the Vicomte:

M. Vicomte De Grayskull,

Don’t worry for Teela, her Angel of Music has her, do not try to see her again.


“If you did not write this letter then who's responsible for it?” Adam asked trying to figure this mystery, just then Catra comes in, she is angry and holding a note in her hand.

“YOU!” she shouts pointing an accusing finger at Adam. She was so bent on making the Vicomte on pay for whatever he did to her that she didn’t hear the managers say ‘welcome back.’

“What did he do?” Mossman asked as he came down the steps to calm the diva.

“He threatened me.” She cried in her melodramatic voice.

“How did he threaten you Mademoiselle?” the manager asked the soprano, curious as to what the Vicomte did to make her so upset.

“He sent me this!” she said waving the note in her hand, the three gentlemen knew it was not Adam who sent the note, but O.G., the phantom who sent that note.

“Let me see that note!” Adam said wrested the note from her and read it:

Signora Felino,

Your days at the Opera Eternia are over, Teela will take your place tonight, if you dare to disobey me, you will meet with disaster.

“YOU SENT THIS YOU MISERABLE LITTLE NOBLEDUNCE!” Catra spat at the viscount ready to scratch him to bits.

“These notes are getting out of hand, and every one of them mentions Teela, that’s all we we’ve heard since we came here is her name”

Just then, Madame Angella came in with Glimmer, “Teela has come back” she told all present.

“I hope she’s not too worn out” Mossman told her, hoping more that she’ll be able to sing than concerned for her health.

“Where is she now?” Mek asked her as to find Teela’s whereabouts.

“I decided that she should go home.” Angella informed the managers in a maternal tone of voice.

“She needed to rest.” Glimmer chimed in after her mother.

“Can I go see her, Madame Angella?” Adam asked the ballet and music director eager to see his childhood sweetheart.

“She refuses to see anyone, Monsieur Le Vicomte.” Angella replied to his question.

“Will she sing again?” Catra asked hoping the answer would be ‘no’.

“I have a letter,” Angella said taking a note from her from her pocket.

“GIVE IT HERE,” everyone shouted wanted to see what the note said.

“Please, let’s be civilized” Mossman said wresting the letter from Angella. He opened the envelope which was a sealed with wax seal in the shape of a skull. He unfolded the letter and began to read:

Messieurs,

I have now sent multiple notes of the friendliest disposition. You have not obeyed my orders; I have decided to give you one last chance to avoid my wrath

Teela Daaé has come back, and I am eager that she should get more chances to advance in her singing career, there for in the new production of The Mute of Eternia you will cast Catra as the page and Teela in the role of the countess.

The role that Teela plays calls for beauty and grace, the role of the page is mute which makes my suggestions perfect.

I will watch the Opera from Box 5, which we will be left unsold so that I may sit there, if you do not do as I say you will invoke a disaster of great magnitude on your opera house.

I remain you obedient friend,

O.G.


“This is a plot orchestrated by the Vicomte to promote his lover,” Catra informed the managers.

“Please Mademoiselle, you don’t have any proof!” Mossman said trying to defend Adam as best he could.

“And you two morons, all you care about is Teela, you have rejected me, I am leaving au revoir!” she hissed at Mossman and Mekaneck.

“Please Mlle. Catra, you are our Prima Donna, we don’t care about her we want you! You will be the countess; Teela will be the page the mute.” Mek and Moss announced to the diva.

“You’re just trying to appease me, Messiurs and it won’t work!” she warned them waving her hand fan at them.

“Please Madame, Please the planet needs you, you’re our Prima Donna, please Madamoissle, please sing tonight!” the mangers pleaded until finally she agreed, tonight curse or no curse, Catra would be the countess.


That night everyone was on edge, the idea of a curse did not make things better. The Opera house is full, except for Box 5.”

“It seems we are doing well for cursed opera house, and now if you will excuse me I will be sitting in Box 5,” Adam informed the managers.

“Is that wise, I’m sure he will not like that, Monsieur Le Vicomte?’ Mekaneck asked the Vicomte worried the Phantom might be watching.

“Box 5 is the only seat available, my dear friend,” Adam informed the Human Periscope as he went up the steps to his seat.

Backstage in the bustle of assistants, hairdressers, dressers, and musicians, and singers rehearsing an unseen hand switches Catra’s throat spray with some strange liquid, this goes unnoticed by the crew who are too busy appeasing their diva.

A stagehand gives Catra her throat spray and with one squirt, she walks out on the stage. Little does she suspect that she headed for disaster.


Up above the catwalks, the phantom watched the show, he was enraged that his orders are being ignored, but what really set him off was that when we went to Box 5 to take his seat he found the Vicomte sitting there.

“I told you Box 5 was to remain empty!” he shouted from the shadows.

“It’s him the Phantom!” Teela shouted pointing to the catwalks in almost frantic mood.

“Your part is silent you miserable little frog! Catra sneered at Teela.

“A frog, Signora Catra? I think it is you who will be sitting on a Lilly pad” the Phantom retorted calmly, every looked up to see who would dare such a thing to Signora Catra.

Catra just ignored the voice and continued to sing but as she reached the high note, something terrible happened, she gave out a loud croak. The sound elicited a giggle from the audience, but Catra regained her composure and continued only to hear another croak, followed by a second and thirds until every note she sang was croak.

The managers raced from their seats in the grand tier to the stage, they knew if they did not do something the theater would in anarchy.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the Interruption, the performance in ten minutes, when Miss Teela Daaé will play the countess,” Mossman said as the audience clapped at the sound of Teela’s name.

“While she is preparing, we will show the ballet in the second act, and now maestro, the ballet please.” Mekaneck ordered the conductor and to clarify the matter he whispered “right now!”


The ballet went without a hitch, and everything seemed normal but right at the climax of the ballet, the hung body of Ram-Man dropped to the stage, startling everyone.

Moss and Mek came out from behind the stage, they knew that anarchy was inevitable but they wanted to calm everyone to avoid anyone being injured.


“Everyone remain calm, please for safety sake, don’t panic, it was an accident only an accident!” Mossman pleaded with the people as the rushed out of the theater.

Adam saw the events from Box 5 and rushed from his seat to the stage to see if Teela was all right.

Teela was in shock as she saw Ram-Man’s body hanging there, she was so entranced that she jumped when she heard Adam say to her, “Teela, follow me.”

“No, we have got to the rooftops Adam, its safe up there! She said taking the Vicomte by the hand and rushing up the roof.

They raced up steps and ramps, some that were old and decayed by the long years of disuse, the boards creaked under their weight it was a dangerous climb, but Teela knew that they had to leave the building and head for the highest roof.

Halfway there, they stopped as they saw a man with dark skin and a red helmet. The man stood there on the steps, he looked at the two lovers as they continued up the steps.

“Who’s that?” asked Adam as they raced up the stairs, he was curious as to why that man was standing there; he had to work for the Opera since this part of the Opera House was off limits to the public.

“That is the Enforcer he is always at the Opera, but we can’t worry about him now” Teela told Adam still holding his wrist and raced up the last flight of steps and opened the door to the highest roof of the Opera Eternia.

“We have to go back downstairs,” Adam told her pointing to the door.

“No, he’ll kill you, he’ll find me there.” She said in a panic, she was so scared she was shaking.

“Who will kill me? Who will find you?” Adam asked as took off his vest and wrapped it around Teela’s shoulders. He stared into her green eyes, they were not same eyes he fell in love as a little boy, these eyes were filled with fear and sadness.

“The phantom of the opera house, he killed Ram-Man and he’ll do the same to you” she said as tears streamed down her face.

Teela looked at her hand and noticed something, “oh no! The ring where is it?” she said as he got down on her knees and began to frantically.

“What ring are you talking about?” Adam asked thinking it was some keepsake her father gave her.

“The ring the Phantom gave me, he said as I long as I have it, he won’t hurt me” she said, her voice was full of fear. “It’s not here he’ll kill me and you” she said looking at Adam worriedly.



“Teela the phantom does not exist, he’s a myth a fable, Adora told me so, I don’t believe in him and no one is going to hurt you” he told her taking out a handkerchief and drying her tears.


“He’s real Adam, I saw his face, it was deformed and twisted, but his voice is like that of an angel and his eyes are filled with great sadness,” she told him, her eyes wide with dread and terror.

“What you heard was a nightmare” he assured her as he hugged her.

“Oh Adam” she said burying her face in his shoulder tears running down her face.

“Teela, Teela,” He whispered to her trying to comfort her, it broke his heart to see so frightened.

“Teela” a distant disembodied voice echoed in the cold of the night.

“What was that?” Teela asked worriedly as she lifted her head from Adam’s tear stained shoulder.


“Forget this, all this is a bad dream, it will pass in the morning and if not this will dispel the darkness” he said this as took out a beautiful diamond ring.

Teela’s eyes lit up when she saw it, “Adam it’s beautiful” she gasped, she knew what was going to come next.

“Teela Daaé, will you marry me?” he asked getting down on his knees.

“Yes, Adam I will marry you” she replied as she took the ring from the Vicomte.

The thought of marrying her childhood friend dispelled her fears and she was ready to return inside.

“We best get back, they’ll start to worry, be ready with your battle cat, and be at the door after the show,” she told him as she opened the door.

“I love you Teela and I will be ready,” Adam said as they went inside.

Once they were gone, the Phantom emerged from a statue; he saw everything and was devastated.


“How could you betray me like this Teela?” he asked himself if he had eyes he would be crying, he was heart broken. However, his sadness turned to anger “YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU DISOBEYED ME!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, all of Eternos would pay for this, one way or the other….

[getzell]

This is asume way to go! so whens the next chapter?

[Phantom of Eternia]

Sorry it's been awhile since I've been here, but here is the next chapter of the story, hope you enjoy.



Chapter IV: Red Death


A year has past since Catra met misfortune at the opera, but nothing has happened since then. It seems that the Phantom vanished which was music to the managers' ears.

Every year the opera sponsors a masked ball every one rich or poor come to celebrate the new years.

Amidst the crowd a man dressed as a skeleton wearing a black hood approaches another man dressed as skeleton in a gold cape.

“M. Mossman?” the blacked caped skeleton asks his colleague cautiously removing his mask to ravel that it Mekaneck.

“M. Mekaneck?” the other skeleton removing his mask to reveal the green face of Mossman under the mask.

“What a great party, I am proud of us,” Mekaneck said with a smile on his face.

“I am too, and to make things even better we have not heard anymore of the Phantom,” Mossman praised looking at all the costumed dancers.

Among the throngs of revelers were the Vicomte Adam and his fiancé Teela.

“Just think Adam, soon we will be married,” Teela said holding up her engagement ring which she wore on a chain around her neck.

“I don’t understand why it has to be secret Teela it’s not like we killed someone,” He told her as they waltzed across the floor.

He looked around the revelers all dressed out in wild costumes, devils, angels, knights, wizards, and kings all dancing in this chaotic tumult of a party, truly for the first time since the Horde War, Eternia was turned upside down.

“Please Adam, I’ll tell you when the time is right,” Teela told as they continued to dance, her eyes were darting to and fro, she was looking for someone, someone whom she feared, but he wasn’t here and she was gladly.

Just then, the music stopped as everyone turned to look a mysterious figure lurking on the steps.

He had blue skin with a red chest plate that was decorated with skulls; a red cape that reached to the floor; a yellow skull mask with a gold helmet over it; and in his hand a gold skull staff, the Phantom had returned!

“Did you miss me?” he said as he walked down the steps, “I have created an opera for you, here it is, King Hiss Triumphant,” he said as he threw the manuscript to the feet of the managers.

“Hi everyone, I just wanted to give you some directions before practice, Catra must take acting lessons, and no one wants to see her walk around like a beauty queen,” He said threatening the diva with his skull staff, who was ready to scratch this masked man to bits.

“Our lead actor must shed all those pounds its not good for him to be overweight,” the phantom said again swinging his staff at Man-E-Faces, who like Catra was not pleased to be threatened by this stranger.

“As for you two dolts, you should be pushing papers not practicing pirouettes,” the phantom yelled threatening Mossman and Mekaneck as he moved the staff towards Mossman and Mekaneck, who were both enraged and terrified.

“And as for Teela…” he said holding his staff in a neutral position.

Adam stood in front of Teela; ready to protect her but the Phantom pushed him aside knocking him off his feet.

Teela stared at this being, transfixed by him, but she also felt a sense of dread in her heart, that overwhelmed her very being.


”She will do her very best, it’s true she can sing well, but if she wishes to be the best she still has a long a way to go. If she is not too conceited she should return to me her instructor,” he said in the most angelic tone of voice.

It was then that he saw her ring, enraged he rips it from her neck, “YOU ARE MINE YOU WILL SING ONLY FOR ME” he yelled as he disappeared through a trap door, the whole room was in shock of the events that transpired.

Adam managed to get to his feet; he found and opened the trap door. He followed the phantom down it to land in a hall of mirrors, his sword drawn; ready to kill the Phantom, but the Phantom was able to trick him using the mirrors. Adam chased him for hours until he finally came back up and took Teela away from the opera house for awhile.

Later, he went in search of the one person who seemed to have answers, Mme. Angella.

He searched for about an hour when he found her in her room in the opera house.

Madame Angella, wait!” Adam shouted as he saw her leave her room, he had to learn the truth about this phantom.

“Please, Monsieur, I don’t know anything” she pleaded with him, trying to convince him of her ignorance.

“That’s a lie, and you know it” he told her, he was going to find out one way or another who this mysterious ‘ghost’ was and how to ‘exorcise’ him from the Opera House.

“I can’t, Monsieur, there have been too many people hurt, too many coincidences,” Angella protested as she tried to leave the room.

“Coincidences? Please Mme. Angella for the sake of everyone at the Opera,” Adam pleaded.

All right, it was years ago, there was fair in town and this fair had a sideshow and one of the attractions was a...” Angella told him, bursting into tears.

“What was it that you saw Angella?” Adam pursued the subject further, he knew whatever it was distressed her greatly but he needed to know what he’s up against.

“I saw man in a cage, a genius, they said he built the Hall of Wisdom for the Elders, but he was deformed, from birth they said,” she told the Vicomte as she looked as a picture of herself as a young woman.

“What happened to him?” Adam asked trying to fit the pieces together in his mind.

“He escaped; he killed the owner of the carnival. I felt sorry him so I hid him from those who would persecute him; I took him five cellars beneath the Opera House. He’s genius, a sorcerer, musician, a composer, a genius,” Angella told the Vicomte.

“But now this genius has become a madman” Adam told her, he now knew what he was up against.

Later that night Teela left the Opera House and went to visit her father’s grave at the cemetery of Eternos-Gheriac.

When she arrived at the graveyard, she walked over to the grave she heard a familiar song, The Rebirth of Hordak, playing. Her father used to play that song, but there was something different about it, whoever was playing it endowed it with an almost hypnotic, entrancing quality.

Teela slowly began to walk towards the music, she heard a voice call out, and “Teela, you are lost without me, you shunned me, but now comeback to me your Angel of Music,” the voice said beckoning her to the grave.

It was at this moment that Adam came rushing through the graveyard, “TEELA STOP, THIS MONSTER IS NOT YOUR FATHER” Adam called out, it was then that the Phantom emerged from his hiding spot to confront the Vicomte

Adam drew his sword and soon a duel as underway, the two men fought valiantly and fought for hours until Phantom cut Adam’s arm and fled into the graveyard chapel.

Adam sheathed his sword and went him after him.

The chapel was ornate with beautiful stained glass windows; a large ornate altars; and statues of the goddess of Grayskull, but what made this chapel unnerving was that walls and the emblem of Grayskull on the wall behind the altar was made of human bones

Adam was looking around the temple hoping to find the Phantom when he heard a noise; he turned around and found a skull lying by his feet.

The incident unnerved him slightly but he soon regained his courage and continued his search.

He knelt before the altar said a prayer to the goddess of Grayskull and continued his search.

He entered the room that the Gnostics used to pray in before the formal worship ceremony began. It was while he searching in this room he heard a noise and looked around, again at his feet he found another skull, it was becoming appearent that this was the Phantom’s handiwork.

“Show yourself!” he yelled, the sound of his voice echoed in the chapel. It was answered by another skull landing at his feet.

He was about to open a closet door thinking the Phantom might have escaped through some hidden passage (Gnostic temples are known to have hidden passages in strange palaces) when he heard music outside, the Phantom was trying to hypnotize Teela again.

He rushes out of the room, out of the chapel, and into the graveyard trying to release Teela from the Phantom's control.

“Teela!" Stop don’t listen to him!” he called to her, trying to break the spell.

The Phantom stopped playing “Bravo sir, what a moving speech,” the Phantom taunted the young lover as he drew his sword, but before he could strike Adam knocked it out of his hand by throwing a stone at him.

“You can’t get her to love you by hypnotizing her,” he said walking up to the Phantom, but before he could get close, the Phantom produced his Havok Staff, which he always took with him, and fired an energy bolt that landing just in front of Adam’s feet.

“Adam, wait! Come back!” Teela yelled trying to make her childhood friend stop, but no avail.

“Come here Monsieur, I the Angel of Death, come Monsieur and meet your end!” the Phantom taunted as fired another energy blast at the Vicomte.

“Adam please!” Teela said as she grabbed Adam’s wrists and left the cemetery.

“DON’T LEAVE!” the phantom shouted as they left, “NOW I DECLARE WAR ON BOTH OF YOU!” he shouted as he fled the cemetery.Chapter IV: Red Death Red Death