Hey guys I am back with a new story in mind! I will be currently taking a break from the "Their Music of the Night" series so I can start the sequel all over again with a fresh new mind. So instead, I have been preparing a new story, a POTO & Beauty and the Beast crossover! Ever since I watched the movie I could not help but notice all the similarities between the two movies. FUN FACT: Did you know the moving candelabras during the song "The Phantom of the Opera" is a direct reference to Beauty and the Beast! Well onto the story!

Your obedient servant,

PhantomsAngel1870

Chapter 1:

Once upon a time, in the faraway land of Aeimar, a young prince by the name Erik Girard lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heat desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.

The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed his face to reflect the cold, bitter, hatred, that his heart was filled with, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous face, the prince concealed himself inside his castle, with a magical mirror as his only window to the outside world and a mask to hide the ugly beastliness that which now inhabited his face. The rose that the enchantress offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time that the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to keep the beastly face for all time.

For a long period of time the king and queen sought out each and every eligible woman in the kingdom and their neighboring countries for many months, but it seemed that each young girl did just as the last one did; they would meet their son, Erik, in a secluded area of the castle and would converse with him. For a while it would seem that Erik enjoyed their company and when the two young adults began to relax around each other the girl's would become curious as to what laid beneath Erik's mask. This only caused Erik's anger to spiral out of control and he would yell and demand that they leave his presence at once.

After the king and queen consoled the distraught girls that ran crying out of the room, they would always go inside and see the room in pieces with their son looking out the window with a stone hard gaze on his face. They knew that they had to find someone that could learn to love their son and see the true beauty that he beheld beneath his skin and face, and decided to go overseas to search through all the kingdoms for any princesses that have yet to be claimed. They believed that this would be the best idea for their son because it would allow them to prepare the girl in terms of their sons face so that she would not react the same way as all the others have.

With their determination set, the king and queen quickly set off preparing their long journey from France to England. Many of the villages wished them luck on their journey and a safe trip, and the others were angered that they were to be left with the Prince during their king and queen's leave. None of the commoners knew much about the young Prince except that he kept to himself and when anyone disturbed him they all soon regretted their decision. A mysterious air surrounded the castle, on that everyone was agreed, but none of them said much about it aloud so that no rumors were spread throughout the lands for none wanted to test the temper of their young Prince and future leader of Aeimar.

It was a week after the king and his queen's departure that—the towns and villages that consisted of Aeimar—news spread like wildfire of the king and queen's premature death. Rumor has said that the ship that was carrying them, their servants, cargo, and destination, were all destroyed by a heavy storm that broke out in the Atlantic Ocean on their way to England. Nobody knew of what kingdom they were going to visit, nor did anyone know where exactly their ship was when it was destroyed.

Because there were no bodies recovered from the devastating accident, only two huge monuments covered two empty plots of freshly undug earth as the priest presided over the funeral of the beloved king and queen. Prince Erik stood at the front of the crowd, just in front of the congregation, as he watched with a torturous stare at his parents' graves. He never believed that this would have happened when he was only at the age of nineteen. They were supposed to die old and happy, not young and scared—like he was now—and he was enraged all the more because of his parent's absence and his inability to control his emotions.

At that point, Prince Erik did not give a damn as to who saw him act and speak at that moment and so for once in his life, Erik found himself on his knees screaming at the God who he had worshipped up to this point in his life for stealing away the two people that he loved in this world. What kind of God would take away the only people that were able to look beyond his monstrous visage? How was he going to survive now? Would he ever find a way to break this ungodly curse?

Prince Erik lifted his hand to his half, white, leather mask that laid on the right side of his face to make sure that it was still on after his brief break of character. He walked up to his parents graves and placed a single red rose on each of their graves before bowing his head against his mother and father's resting places, pleading that they continue to help guide him even in the afterlife. Once he was finished, he bowed his head slightly towards his guards who then escorted him back to the castle.

Prince Erik ordered that all the castle gates were to be kept strictly closed from then on out, not allowing anyone to casually walk into his abode. That night Prince Erik walked into his room and tore it apart, not wanting to see just how perfect his life used to be, and made it reflect what his face truly was—a dark, ugly, mess. After that night, the prince spent most of his time locked inside his room watching the rose slowly grow old and begin to slightly wilt. All of his servants were saddened by their master's loss of hope, but none of them ever stopped praying that one day the curse would be lifted and they would be back to their old selves once again.

As the year passed, the prince fell into a dark despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

Yes, once again I shall be using the direct script from the movies (It's how i write my stories *sigh* i know haha)! Tell me what you think about this story so far, have any ideas? Questions? Feel free to review and tell me whatever you want or like!