Author's Note: I have not written anything in a total a three years. Please review this. I would love to improve. I do not own Phantom of the Opera nor any indication from Beauty and the Beast. The Erik in this story is the very handsome Gerard Butler and the mask is only cover the left side of his face.
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Prologue
Love.
How can you describe it? Is it something that can be seen or heard? Can you touch love like the petals of a rose? Love is something of a mystery in life. You are not born to know of it and you die only knowing a memory of it. Love is a blissful elated feeling several people in a lifetime can have. True love, is experienced once in a century. What is the difference between True love and love? Love is something that dies within you, but you can live with the pain of the loss. True loves is when your love is gone and there is nothing that you can do to make the pain go away. It's so intense that all you can do is find ways to return to your love.
Erik thought love was a myth, a simple fairy tale for the young and naïve. He did not know any kind of love. His birth was an accident at most. He was a surprise to his mother. She had birthed a boy before Erik was born and within a ten minutes of each other. Although Erik was a healthy babe, his face was a tragedy. The left side of his face had deformed and from then on his fate was made. His father was the ruler of a small English village. When news of his son's births reached him, he was more than excited. Once arrived he saw little Erik and embraced him as the true heir to his throne. His brother, who was named Lucas, was sent to live with a maiden aunt until his father chose who he wished his rightful heir to be.
As the years passed, the King spoiled his deformed son while his mother moved in with her maiden sister and her perfect boy, Lucas. Erik learned how to fence, fight, ride and manage the village he was to one day rule. But Erik had other passions. He was a magician, and architect, an artist and above all a musician. His father told him that he should focus on his other gifts but music was his first love. But when his father died, Erik was left to his destiny.
One night, an old beggar man approached the door of Erik's palace. The palace was beautiful, one to outshine the Palace of Versailles in Paris. When Erik saw the man, he merely scoffed but allowed that man in. He was nothing more than a mere merchant traveler in need of shelter. Erik's attitude was cold and dark. The man feared for his life. But the man was not an ordinary merchant. He was a mystic, a man known to dabble in the magical arts. When the man left, he laid a curse upon Erik and his lovely palace. If the man surrounded by beauty could not find beauty in himself then he is condemned to a half life like his face. Until he could find beauty in himself and another who sees him as a man not a monster, then shall he become whole. The day the man left, Erik felt a dark presence fall over his castle. Every plant was killed, every statue blackened in age. Erik looked on his horror as his home was transformed. The only thing that was saved from the dark incantation was his beloved red roses.
Years passed, and Erik did not age a bit. Frozen in his prime of life and locked within his castle, he waited for the woman that would one day set his heart free.