Prologue: Flashbacks of a Childhood

A/N: This is a redo of my original "Listen to the Music of the Night story. I hope you all enjoy this. No flames allowed! Please rate and comment on the story. And now, let the story begin! :D

I laid down in my bed in my team's dorm room at the Zeshika School for the Gifted; the school the restored the old Opera Populaire in Paris. As my eyes closed and my body began to recuperate from the day's events, my mind filled with memories of my childhood back home in Oklahoma.

I was 8-years-old on a winter night. My sister and I sat in front of the fire place before our father, waiting for that night's story. Mother had convinced him to tell of the one of our ancestors; Christine and Raoul de Chagny.

My mother was their direct descendant and carried the family traits; golden hair, pale sea green eyes, cream colored skin, soprano voice, and regal air. She would always make sure things were in perfect order.

My father was just an ordinary man with ordinary ancestors. His hair was reddish-brown and his eyes where crystal blue. His skin was tan and he had a sense of trust and a calming aura about him. He was always light-hearted and cheerful.

My sister received the de Chagny traits; with only some minor hints of our father such as his crystal blue eyes. I on the other hand received some of our father's recessive traits.

My hair was a bright fiery red and my eyes had a kind of starburst effects; starting as a light crystal blue around my pupil and starbursting outward into a deep sapphire blue. My skin was as tan as our father's and I had a rebellious aura amongst the light-heartedness. Unlike my sister and mother, I did not receive the soprano voice. I fell into the alto range with the capabilities of reaching some high ranges.

The story was about the legendary Phantom and about how he terrorized the Opera Populaire. But whenever mother would leave the room, father would always change how the story was told. With her present, it was about a monster of the man who had no soul but when she was absent, it was a story of a man who was misunderstood and shunned by society due to a slight abnormality who seeked love and acceptance but lost his way momentarily because he felt betrayed.

Father told the story multiple times and my sister and I took upon different views of the Phantom.

My sister saw him as a cold and murderous man who had no remorse for the people he killed and harmed and only lived to terrorized innocent people.

I saw him as a mysterious romantic genius who was misunderstood and was unsure of his true self and often lost his way and only knew of a violent outlet whenever he forgot to pour his soul into his music and art. I also saw a man who was shunned for something he had no choice over and was forced to be a social outcast for the rest of his life and go through hatred and self-hatred daily.

As I aged, I found myself dreaming of the masked man and finding similarities between us. Little did I know what all we did have in common or what the future had in store~

~For the both of us.