Disclaimer: Any of the following plot, characters, lyrics or other details recognized from the opera "The Phantom of the Opera" belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber. I own nothing except for the extra characters of change of plot
Prologue
It is God's custom to create all men equal.
The fool is masked with a façade of beauty. The genius is subject to weak limbs. The athlete is grotesque, and the cripple is hopeful. It is our destiny to help in our own way, however weak, however insignificant, the development of mankind. Unknowingly we each play our own part in His great play, weaving our stories in the process. Some future is great; it speaks of fame and fortune and remembrance forevermore. Others are humble and as plain as the grass. Still others tell of remarkable lore; insignificant yet fantastic.
His is a story of such phenomenal luster, such enticing quality that his tale has traveled far and wide. They speak of him in the boisterous suburbs of the west, wonder about him in the icy depths of the North and dream about him in the illusive east. Even now, hundreds of years after his existence, they whisper his name.
"The Phantom of the Opera is here."
Every story has a beginning. This is his.
A.N./ I know it's a short chapter, but if you really think about it, it's just about right… maybe a little short. A standard book is A5, which is (if I am not mistaken) half of A4, so this should cover one page. XD Anyway, this is my first not HP fic, so support me you guys! XD I watched the Phantom of the Opera recently and just had this inspiration to make things right.