Disclaimer: Sadly, I do NOT own the Phantom of the Opera. I write this story solely for the purpose for practicing my writing skills and entertaining the readers of course.

Author: So this story is basically a partial crossover of the Phantom of the Opera and Beauty and the Beast. It's set in the POT world. The reason it's not under the crossover section is because my beast is base on the beast, but not exactly since she's a girl. There's elements of both stories and some magic in it. Hopefully, you enjoy it! Also, please forgive me that the Phantom probably won't be showing up in the first few chapters.

3rd Person pov

The sky was pitch black with brilliant white lights scattered everywhere. The beautiful crescent moon shone down peacefully on the lone road to Paris. A cloaked lone rider moved swiftly through the road, breaking the night time serenity.

Run. That's all she could do. She couldn't go back. She took one of her father's finest white stallion and fled the castle without a second thought. At night she rode at full speed to her destination and by day she hid in the shadows, covering her face. Paris, they would never find her there in that huge metropolis of people. She would somehow blend in. She must.

At night she snuck into the city. At last, she arrived at Paris, the city of love. Wandering through the streets, she had no where to go. She had money, but she couldn't risk being seen. Monster. Imposter. Witch. That's what they called her. They had drawn their swords. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember exactly what had happened.

A week earlier…

She needed some fresh air. All the attention, music, chatter was becoming nauseating. She desperately wished it would all end. She managed to sneak out the back door into the garden without being seen. Somehow, she ended up at her old family wishing fountain. There was a beautifully carved statue of the goddess Aphrodite in the center. The sound of rushing water was soothing. Unlady-like, she laid down on the edge of the fountain and gazed up in the night sky. Thousands of glistening stars were scattered throughout the sky. Suddenly a brilliant golden light flew across the sky. It disappeared as quickly as it came.

"I wish… I wish to be left alone.", she whispered, while closing her eyes. Truthfully, her first wish was to have her family back together. But she knew that the dead never rises and if they did no good would ever come from it. Her beautiful little sister and her kind, gentle mother with the voice of an angel were in God's hands. Yes, they were happily in heaven now. In one summer, they were both taken from her by an unknown plague that had spread across the countryside, killing many in its path. Even after all these years, a tear slide down her face from remembering what she had lost. She couldn't help it.

"Be careful what you wish for.", an unknown voice said. She quickly got up, while straightening out her dress. Then she searched for the owner of the voice. Her eyes settled on a woman in a white dress. She was quite beautiful, but she couldn't recognize her. She was sure that she knew all the notable nobles who were invited to her father's ball. She had personally greeted each and every one of them.

"I didn't realize that I wasn't alone. Pardon my unlady-like behavior.", she said.

"It's nothing.", the mysterious woman said, waving off her apology. "Now, why does a young lady like yourself wish to be left alone?"

"I guess, I've never been fond of crowds and parties.", she answered.

"Oh, that can't be true. A noblewoman like yourself must enjoy them. There must be more to it than that.", the woman said. Yes. She used to love parties, dances, music, but without her mother and sister they became boring. It felt like they dragged on for hours on end.

"I wish my father would stop trying to find me new suitors. I wish he'd stop throwing so many balls. I wish random nobles that I barely know would stop proposing.", she answered truthfully. Normally, she wasn't this open with her feelings, but it seems that she just let her guard slip. The mysterious lady analyzed her closely.

"Do you know how many girls would wish for your life?", the woman asked, no longer talking in a casual light hearted manner.

"Haha. It's not as glorious as it seems, you know. It can get quite tiring.", she responded.

"Tiring?", the woman questioned. "You have your life handed to you on a silver platter. You have everything most people would ever dream of and yet you're ungrateful for everything?!"

"I never said I was ungrateful. Don't twist my words!", she said defensively.

"Silence. Insolent noble! You will get exactly what you wish for!", the woman yelled. The atmosphere around her instantly darkened. The air became foggy and the sky dulled. The woman in front her seemed to change along with it. She stumbled back, crashing into the stone ground. Fear gripped her heart, nearly paralyzing her. But she managed to get up and when she did, she immediately turned around and ran straight back through the garden to the castle. Her head was throbbing. The air around her was so misty. She heard voices whispering in her ear.

I wish to be left alone.

I wish my father would stop trying to find me new suitors.

I wish he'd stop throwing so many balls.

I wish random nobles that I barely know would stop proposing.

You will get everything you wished for.

The castle was close by. But it felt like she'd been running forever. Finally, with a crack of lightning streaking across the sky and heavy rain pouring down on her, soaking all her clothing, she saw the garden entrance to the castle. She hurriedly opened the door and ran in. She headed to her room immediately, wanting to forget the night's events. When she entered her luxurious room, she didn't bother to look in the mirror. She went straight to the fireplace, trying to warm up. Then she heard footsteps coming closer to her door.

"Anastasia, where are you?", a male voice cried out desperately. It must be one of her suitors. "You've been gone for hours already?" Hours, no she couldn't have been out for that long. He must've been exaggerating.

"Please mademoiselle, tell me where Anastasia's room is.", the man's voice ask from outside. "Maybe she's in her room."

"Her father already checked. But I guess there's no harm in double checking.", said a maid. "Follow me." Her doors opened. She got up from the fireplace and was about to send them out the room, telling them that she was okay, but the maid immediately shrieked out in fear.

"Oh my god! Monster. Help! Help! Somebody help!", the maid cried out while running out the room. She stood there paralyzed, unsure what to do. But then, the man drew out his saber and advanced on her.

"What have you done with Anastasia?", he said.

"What are you talking about?", she asked.

"Don't lie to me. Tell me! Where is she?", he asked again while drawing closer to her.

"Are you crazy? I am Anastasia.", she said. "Please don't come any closer."

"What trick are you playing at?", he said. "Do you really think that you can trick me with your lies, witch? Your magic won't work on me!"

"You're clearly delusional.", she said while backing up into her drawer. "Somebody help me! This man is crazy!", she cried out.

"No one can save you witch! Now I will only ask one final time. Where is Anastasia?", he asked. How does he not know that I am her? Thoughts ran through her mind. Maybe this man is drunk. But the maid, she shrieked out in fear. Was it her appearance? She decided to sneak a glance at herself at the mirror behind her. Staring back at her was a beast, with golden eyes. Fresh cuts and tattoos covered its face. No, that thing couldn't be her. No. No. No. She's must be dreaming. She felt her heart beating faster in her chest. She couldn't breathe. Then darkness consumed her.

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