Okay, this is the same story but I've made a few changes and fixed a few problems which I'm glad somebody pointed out to me. Thank you to those who did that. I do not own Phantom of. The opera or any of its characters. Enjoy!

PROLOGUE: REAWAKEN THE PHANTOM.

One-hundred twenty-five years had passed since the Opera House Populaire had performed its last opera, which had been turned into a devastating chaos caused by the infamous "Phantom of The Opera." After one-hundred twenty-five years the opera house was nothing more than a faded memory of France's past, along with the phantom who had once terrified so many. Now when I say faded, I mean that the Phantom himself was still very much alive, in fact he didn't look a day older that forty-five. The Phantom himself didn't understand it, but ever since Christine had left him he wished for death.

Christine had been dead for many years now, but our dear phantom still visited her grave often. Since Christine had left, the Phantom's music no longer echoed throughout the run down opera house and a silence had settled over the building.

The phantom, Erik, had settled into a depression which over the years had made it impossible for him to even think of music without longing for his beloved Christine.

When the news of Christine's death had reached him, Erik cried. Christine had grown old and died, and it angered Erik that he could not grow old and die as well.

Several weeks after the death of Christine, Erik had gone to the cemetery leaving a single rose and the ring Christine had given him tied to a black ribbon on her tombstone.

Erik had many regrets regarding Christine, about all of the mistakes he had made with her. He realized that he had lost Christine because he had been so angry and paranoid after the first time she had seen him without his mask that he refused to let her go, for fear of losing her. But he had been wrong and by stripping Christine of her freedom, he had driven her away. For this Erik never forgave himself.

Erik rarely slept, sometimes never. Nightmares plagued his dreams of that night down in his lair, and the people's voices played in his mind: "Track down this murderer!" they sang. When this happened Erik awoke dripping with sweat.

That night the mob had come after him Erik had managed to escape. For a few months he had gone into hiding, and when he came back the Opera house had been closed down. Of course, this was no problem for Erik. After all, he was a genius.

The year was now 2005. Erik had lived through and seen some of the changes of the world, most of it he didn't seem to care for much. Erik was alone and because he seemingly could not age or die, in his mind he was trapped in a hell on Earth. Also, aside from his loneliness, Erik was bored.

When the opera house had been once full of people he played jokes, scared the managers, and through doing this managed to keep himself entertained. All of this changed, however, when Erik learned that the opera house would soon be reopened as a historic museum for the Opera Populaire. At this point, something inside Erik reawakened . . .

It was the phantom.

Erik grinned as his genius took over. He told himself that as soon as the opera house was restored, so would People's fear of the ghost that haunted it.

Okay. That was it, the re-written prologue. I have to say I am happier with this than the old one. Please read and review.