had passed, she was seized by a terrible depression, but now, it was like that curse was lifted from the husky, and she now felt stronger each day she sang with the voice in the costume room. Weeks turned into months, and she was soon praised by the voice, as she had managed to get up to his level.

   "I'm proud of you, Jenna," The Angel said, "You are finally at my level of power and skill. And to think, you never wanted to sing again? I beg to differ." The voice chuckled.

   The husky blushed, "Thank you, I wouldn't have done it without you."

   "Well, now that you've shown and proven yourself, it is now time to put those skills to the test."

   "What do you mean?" She replied, confused by what the voice had said. This was also around the time of the Gala de'l Opera and Monsieur Levefre's retirement party. She wasn't planning on attending the Gala, nor was going to attend the party, but it was a surprise to her when Monsieur Belmont come into her workplace, telling her that she was to take Carlotta's place in the Gala. She wasn't sure if this was fate, or the Angel had been right, she wasn't sure, but she gladly accepted the role.

   Jenna's performance was a resounding success, as the audience cheered for the young husky. She couldn't believe it when she actually sang on the stage. She had heard her own voice before, but she had never noticed that it was this good. The voice didn't sound like hers, and she, along with the audience, were completely shocked that this unknown husky had blown them away. She was so overwhelmed with happiness that she fainted on the spot.

   After this, Jenna was awoken in her workplace by her friends, and this was also where she met Steele again. It wasn't until their first date that she had remembered who he was before, but, this was where she had to hide her knowledge of the Angel. She hadn't wanted to harm the malamute, nor did she want to break apart their relationship (well, Steele took care of that) so, she had no choice but to keep herself composed and secretive, her behavior obviously confusing and irritating Steele. This, however, could be backed up with Jenna not exactly having ever been on a date with a male before, as she never had any real friends, let alone a boyfriend. So, this, combined with her secret of the Angel, and overall awkwardness, almost made Steele and Jenna no longer be friends again.

   However, Jenna had tried to get Steele to understand her secret, and at least respect it, and after Steele had laughed at the idea of her taking lessons from the Angel of Music, she too began to question her Angel. Was she really going crazy? Was she hearing voices? No, the voice was real, and Steele had heard it from behind her dressing room door. However, her heart had taken a hold of her mind, and she truly believed that the Angel was real. It seemed like her Father's stories had gone to her head, but what would happen if this turned out to be far more real than before?

   She found this out after her last encounter with Steele.

   "I am your Angel...come to me...come to me..." The voice had commanded her, as it drew her closer to the large mirror that was literally leaking out smoke, with a large pair of yellow eyes hypnotizing the husky, beckoning her forward. She was so mesmerized that she had forgotten her bandanna.

   Jenna had passed through the mirror like a stain of breath upon a window, and she closed her eyes when a large blast of wind hit her like a blizzard, and as soon as it was over, she opened her eyes.

   Everything was dark around her, and even when she turned around, she still was unable to see where she was, the mirror from her room was now a blocked wall, as she couldn't move it.

   Where am I? She thought, a small twinge of fear coming over her, why did the voice lead me here? She could remember that there was a large blast of wind, and without even noticing it, she appeared here. Unable to do anything else she turned back to the passage, and decided it would be best to see where it would lead.

   As she slowly moved down the hall, she touched the walls around her as she tried to make her way down the dark passage. She could tell the corridor wasn't narrow, as it was easy for her to move about it, but she was unsure as to where she was going.

   It was an eerie place, and the only thing she could hear was her own nervous breathing and the faint sound of water dripping, and she jumped when she thought she felt something fuzzy touch her paw, and gasped when she the squeak of a rat could be heard near her. She pushed the creature out of the way, and regained her composure, and continued to walk down this seemingly endless hall.

   I don't like this, she thought, where is the voice of the Angel? Why did it bring me here? She was getting scared at the thought of being lost in this place, but once light finally came into view, she started to run towards it. However, once she got to it, she jumped when something cold touched her chest.

   Jenna found herself at the top of what looked like a long, spiral staircase, which seemed to descend into some black pit below. She tried to contemplate what she was to do next, as this entire place was completely unnerving.

   However, before she could move, felt something cold touch her shoulder. She gasped and turned, as a dark figure dressed in black (which seemed to have come out of nowhere) came near her.

   "Wh-who are you?" She asked the figure, who seemed to be drawing near her. She soon recognized the figure when it's yellow, glowing eyes pierced the darkness around them both.

   "Are you the...Opera Ghost?" She asked, terrified to think that the infamous ghost that haunted the Canine had brought her here. She had heard of the ghost, but she thought nothing of the endless rumors and sightings, but she knew that the ghost had yellow eyes and wore all black, much like the figure before her. Were the rumors true? Was this the Opera Ghost that stole from the House, that made La Carlotta lose her voice, and killed Joseph Buquet?

   The figure nodded, and proceeded to walk towards the frightened husky.

   "Keep away from me!" She cried, "Why did you bring me here?"

   The ghost's eyes soon looked at the husky with adoration, and finally, he spoke. "I did this...for you..."

   Jenna gasped, as the ghost's soft tone of voice did not sound like a monster, but it sounded...normal. She had known that no one had ever heard the ghost's voice. Almost like this was a real dog. But as the figure's voice lodged itself in her brain, she made a startling conclusion.

   "That voice...you...you're my...Angel," Jenna said, realizing that this figure, this ghost, was the alluring, beautiful voice behind her wall, the one that taught her, the one that showed her what was really inside of her, was a real dog!

   Jenna soon became angry, as this dog has not only lured her here to this place, but he had also lied to her about being her Angel.

   "You lied to me!" She exclaimed, "I thought you were my Angel, but you're just a...a... a regular dog!"

   "No, I am no Angel, Jenna." The ghost replied, somewhat sadly, "I am not a ghost either, or a phantom. I am neither wolf, nor dog. You may call me...Balto."

   The dog, now known as Balto, slowly lifted one of his large paws, and held it out to the husky, who slowly backed away.

   "Don't be afraid, Jenna." He said, "Please, I did not mean to lie to you. It was the only way to get you down here. Please forgive me."

   Jenna wasn't sure if she was able to trust this dog. Not only had he lied to her, but this dog was also the opera ghost. How on earth would she go with a thief and a murderer?

   But, she remembered that this was the and dog that had given her the chance to sing again, to show all of Paris her incredible voice, and gave her back the happiness that her Father once gave her. She owed a lot to this dog, and she knew it too.

   "OK," She replied, "I'll go with you." She accepted his offer, seeing as to how there was no way out of here, and besides, there would probably be no way to get back to her dressing room without Balto, who probably knew the entire Opera House's layout and all of its secret passages.

   The dog seemed to smile, as he walked to the edge of the spiral stairwell, and lifted his paws, gesturing the husky to take his paw.

   Jenna slowly gave the dog her paw, but recoiled when the pads felt unnaturally cold to the touch.

   "Sorry about that," Balto replied, "It's natural for the them to be cold." Upon taking her paw again, which felt cold still, but gentle, the dog led Jenna down into the black abyss beneath them. "Watch your step." He commented.

   Jenna obeyed, as she carefully stepped down the steep steps of the staircase, and noticed that whilst Balto walked, his paws did not make a sound against the damp stone steps.

   Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the two finally reached the bottom, in which they were now amongst a much different part of the sewers, one that was unseen by canine eyes. The water still had that dull green color, but the strange thing about it were the structures of the pillars around them, as