Hey! Um… this isn't mine. It's my friend Ashleigh's. She doesn't have an account, so she just told me to put it on mine. So… all the other one's are mine… except this one. okay, I'm done now. But read this, I read it, and it's sooooo good! Have fun! And neither of us own Phantom.

Prologue:

Over the lake and through the dusky corridors, there sits a figure, hidden in the shadows but for his gleaming white mask. Hunched over an old organ, he sits with his shoulders shaking. Slowly, he looks up, his bloodshot eyes gleaming, staring into a world or remembrance. As he straightens, moving into the candle light the single red rose, the color of blood, that he holds in his hand becomes visible. Under his handsome brow, a single tear gleams. As he crushes the rose, a groan breaks the silence, echoing through the cavern.

"Christine…"