DH AN: Here is another Phantom Prompted Oneshot, the prompt being "Hear The Thunder Roar and the Lightning Crash". Giselle and Sybille de Chagny aren't mine; they belong to Crystal Rose of Pollux. She has been kind enough to let me use them. Please Review.

Eyes in the Storm

Thunder rolled outside the de Chagny estate, ominously foreshadowing an approaching storm. Raoul de Chagny called out with a soft urgency to his two daughters to get out of the soon to be rain-soaked garden. As usual, he had to call them twice; and the second time was always slightly more stern than the first.

"Giselle and Sybille de Chagny come in the house before you get soaked!"

"Oh Raoul let them have their fun in the rain; remember that you and I did the same thing when we were young." Christine de Chagny hummed softly in his ear.

Raoul forced a gentle grin. "Part of it may have been fun, but I thought Philippe was never going to let me see you after that." Christine only smiled as she saw their two girls running, amusing themselves as they dodged the light raindrops.

Raoul unconsciously rubbed his left shoulder where there was a slight scar from a swordfight many years ago. His thoughts turned to the one who had wounded him those years ago, this "madman" who proved an excellent combatant, an irreplaceable ally, and yet again as an artist in the form of a recent anniversary gift. The viscount inwardly found himself hoping that the Phantom, as odd as he was, was safe from the approaching storm. Raoul often wondered if the masked musician even had a family; but knew that it was highly unlikely, as The Phantom seemed to be content with the arts alone as his muses and comforters. But that never stopped the viscount from wondering.

Thunder rolled above the catacombs of the Opera Populaire, foreshadowing an ominous storm. Candles provided a faint glow by which the masked musician could view his domain. "Storms," he muttered with slight distaste "Why do I like and loathe them so much?"

After reflecting on it the interesting mystery soon resolved itself as the musician pondered. The storms were a mirroring of his own life. He was tossed through the storm people have the audacity to call life, and was driven to madness by it. Yet there was one thing a storm brought that the Phantom found peace in: The calm after the storm. He had two people to credit with bringing calm to his life.

His thoughts first went to the viscount who had not only spared his life in the cemetery but saved it in Egypt as well. Though the viscount still held some animosity towards him, The Phantom took it with a grain of salt; he would react the same way if his life was threatened four times by the same man.

His thoughts then turned to the angel who helped him accept his solitude, and he couldn't help but smile at how she considered him to be repented, as well as how happy she was with her love of a lifetime.

He sighed softly hoping that the two destined lovers were safe and out of the storm.

DH: A lot of this came from Crystal Rose of Pollux's fan fictions, Beneath the Valley, Whispers of the Forest Elves, and possibly The Jackal Howls At Midnight. Please read those stories if you have any questions, and review. The idea of Raoul's scar was mine.