I am no longer writting "The Vionlist" because I found it impossible to stay true to the Leurox book, which I honor greatly. All Phantom characters belong to him, not me, nor Andrew Llloyd Webber. Please read, enjoy, and comment on the little that I have, and except my appology of being unable to continue with all due respect to Phantom's maker. Also, updates I made to all chapters (it's become much better) are too hard to upload online, so it's not the best representation of my writting. Enjoy what there it!

Prologue

There was a man there, that day, he was a rather peculiar man, just judging by the fact that he was there at the small cemetery with not one loved one to mourn, but all that is of no matter. The sky was a dull gray, and though – as I stated- this man had no person who had passed from this world to cry over, he was silently crying large, glassy tears as he was watching a crown of perfectly curled brunette hair slowly and shakily moving towards a small little grave on the far side of the cemetery. The owner of the beautiful crown was a stunning young woman, or more to the point, she usually was, but she was a small weeping child now. Her face was a tint red, and she choked on the backup of tears that hadn't yet escaped down her face. You'd think by then she would have gotten over the fact that her father was gone, forever. You'd think after those long, hard six years she wouldn't have been sobbing so, yet she was. Her sobs only increased the closer she got to the small grave, that was hardly recognizable in the snow, yet she'd been there so many times, she'd have known it if it was fully covered by the white mounds of, seemingly gloomy, snow that surrounded her. On the small tombstone, in moldy letters was carved the words:

Daae

Beloved father and husband

Then there was a small bit more on a piece of wood placed at the bottom –for the cross was to small to engrave it all on- that the girl reached down a loving white hand to dust off.

January 27, 1828

To

December 10, 1876

Even from the far distance that the man was at, he could still hear her moan, "Father…"