For many years, Drosselymeyer had dedicated his life to his dear children. Of course, there were times when they proved to be a bit of nuisance, but by his hands they obeyed and yielded to his desires. Throughout his years of a devoted father, his little ones were widely accepted by the public; his legacies to live on. However his last child, a dark, whimsical child was not one to have his life written out.
His disregard for the rules disturbed his father greatly. Why couldn't he follow the rules to the letter? Why couldn't he accept his orders without question? It was true Drosselmeyer loved him; he even shielded him from the outside forces of the evil villagers, he called them. Cowards who did not like what Drosselmeyer wrote; what he had created. He created HIM and he was to be submissive and great like his siblings. Yet, his precocious little boy would not meekly defer to his father's bidding.
He didn't want to follow blindly like his fellow siblings had done. Prince Raven-as what the old man called him- wanted independence from his determined fate. No longer will he have to feel his body suffer from what his father had inflicted upon him. He feels his inner personalities cry out in despair in his mind. What was his father doing to him!
Rebellion. Retaliation. Happiness to those who accept their fate. Glory to those who defy it. At least, that's what the wise voice claimed. Assuming that his father did not infiltrate his mind, he followed her advice; glory to him and only him! That was the right choice, was it? So he followed through in his plan from breaking away from the plans of his supposed future, a new persona sprung forth.
It was a tragedy the old man claims as he locks up his youngest masterpiece. Rather than give up on him, he tries to coax him into submission.
'I'll write my own ending! Our ending where no one dies, no one suffers, and YOU don't exist!' An uncharacteristically rough voice screams from Prince's mouth.
The old man smiles wanly. If Drosselmeyer remembered correctly, that was Fakir, one of Prince's roles, as he put it.
It was nice to see his son so full of life and energy. But, his little boy he raised and took under his wing-heck, if it wasn't for him, he wouldn't be what he was today-to rewrite his life was long gone. Instead, different characters personified his whole being. It was as if he was role playing a story. At times it sounded as if he was telling the story of Swan Lake, yet he twisted his story to the point where his father was the puppeteer who pulled the strings. Who, Prince Raven claims, wants everyone to die in sadness and hate. To admit his son to the asylum seemed to be the only thing that seemed rational to do at that point. Yet, as his poor papa is about to leave a hesitant to leave, a hesitant voice cuts in.
'Free us.'
Could that be his son whom he cared for all those years prior to this dreadful day? No, it was simply a little helpless girl who had spoken from his boy's body.
'How?'
It was too late. An emotionless mask shielded the poor persona from sight. It appeared that Mytho decided to come through.
'Where did I go wrong? All I wanted for you was a happy ending… not this tragedy…'
So he leaves this broken, unruly adolescent into the throes of a hiatus. One way or another, his son will put down his unneeded personalities to back with him. He WILL become great. Then they will all live happily ever after.
~Interpretation is the key to logic.~
