Oh **** so sorry for that. I've messed it up before but usually I get it. HERE'S the real last chapter. lol

I just wanna say thanks to all you guys for the support. This is really my first fic, and ending it is like, the hardest thing I'll ever do. But GUESS WHAT? There WILL be a sequel, with all the family and friends, in an all new adventure, with an all new horse. So keep a lookout for Abastor, The Untold Story Continues.

So, here's the last chapter. Please review and enjoy. And thanks for comings along for the ride.


Gabriella POV

It has been, 1 years now since Cesar's death. The fact that he's no longer in the opera house still amazes me. But I didn't mourn his loss forever, deep in my heart, I will always love Cesar, but now Abastor is here, and he needs the same love and bonding that I had with his father.

Cesar was buried under the remains of the stallion barn back at my first home. I thought it to be right, that his final resting place be where it all began. I showed the rest of my family around the farm while we were there, showing them where my house used to stand, where each barn was, how the farm worked. Erik seemed to take everything in, noting it so he would remember always. I don't know why exactly he would, this place has no value to him, besides the fact that if this place hadn't burned, I wouldn't be here.

Today I'm doing what I've been doing, and that is teaching my ballerinas. Isabelle and Anne have really improved and have performed several times. They're about 8 years old now, and very curious. I've taken the liberty to show all my curious ballerinas the swinging walkways, and warned them they must never go out on them. Isabelle was wiser than her mother had been, and never so much as even glanced up at them.

Daniel, he's a troublemaker. He does what his father used to do, and that is scare the daylights out of everyone in the opera house. He's silent as the Phantom had always been, and he's been called around as Phantom Jr. He's pretty solitary, which breaks my heart slightly, but he does have a few friends, so I guess his solitude isn't as bad as it could be. He's also turning into an excellent rider, taking on Abastor like he was only a pony.

And then there's my phantom, who must disappear off to somewhere during the day, because Daniel wanders off so much. Daniel would stay in the lair if his father was there, because they could play on the organ or something together. But no, Daniel heads off into the opera house, because his father is off doing other things. I'm curious as to what those things are. Sometimes I come home and he isn't back, and when he DOES get back he's covered in sweat and dirt.

I come home today and to my surprise, he's all dressed up waiting for me. "Why are you dressed up?" I asked him. He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist "Get your shawl and come with me, we're going out for a surprise" he told me. I grabbed my black shawl and followed him up to where Abastor was waiting, hooked to a carriage. We climbed up and my Phantom took the reins.

We went through the streets of Paris, I was very curious as to where we were going. As we started going out of the city, he told me to close my eyes and wait until he told me to open them. Now I was really curious. After a short while I felt us pull to a stop and my Phantom gently picked me up and put me on the ground before climbing out behind me. He took my hand "Alright, go ahead and look", I did.

It was, I almost fainted. It was, my farm! Oh my beautiful farm! Every barn, every fence, it was all there! Just as it had been before! And yet, somehow it seemed better! He began leading me around, yes, all 5 barns were here. But there was even more! There was a beautiful indoor arena, which looked more like the inside of the opera than a place to ride horses. And there were trails, leading up into the woods, around the vast areas of pasture.

The last barn we visited was the stallion barn. Which was restored precisely as it had been before. Every board, every detail, each stall exactly as I remembered them. I felt tears of joy welling in my eyes as he showed me the beautiful rose bushes he'd planted outside the entrance on either side, and then he took me inside. The place was just how I remember it, I could picture Cesar standing in his stall, and me practicing my ballet in the barn isle like I was a pro.

He took me over to the stall that had once been Cesar's, it had a beautiful gold plate on it, with Abastor's name on it. I sighed, slightly sad, but he showed me the stall door again. The door was beautifully carved, with roses and vines. There were 2 doves, carrying a ribbon, and engraved permanently into the door was Cesar's name. Next to Cesar's old stall was the stall I'd once had, which had the same beautiful carvings on it, but instead it had my name on the ribbon.

I hugged him "Thank You" was all I could think to say. He smiled "Just wait, I have more for you!" he said. He took my hand again and lead me out, not before taking me over to the side of the stallion barn, where the most beautiful rose garden was. And in the center, was a pretty headstone, that had roses carved on the top center, with a horse that I knew so well, and under the picture of the horse and the roses it said "Cesar, Dearest Friend and Faithful Companion, Loved Forever".

After paying respects at Cesar's beautiful grave, I followed him towards where my house once stood. Only this time, instead of rubble, there was a house! No, he wasn't thinking, he opened the front door to the house and lead me inside. It was beautiful! With a beautiful staircase, and everything was just so amazing I could hardly describe it. "I've been unfair to you" he told me softly "So, we can start anew, just one last time. We'll live here, with our family. I know this is what you've always wanted, and now here it is for you. After all you've done for me..." his voice trailed off.

"I love it, it's perfect" I told him. I kissed him gently and looked into his eyes "But what about the lair? The Opera House?" I asked him. He smiled "We'll have horses won't we? And we're not very far outside Paris. We can all be happy here". We went back outside, I could practically see the horses in the pastures, here the whinnying coming from inside the barns of horses waiting to be fed and ridden.

Yes, this was a chance for a new beginning. Or maybe a new end, if we did in fact decide to settle here permanently. I could hardly contain my excitement as I looked over where the whole place. This was where it all began, and how it would all begin again.