It had been the same thing day after day. Fakir wrote out people stories, making sure every one in the town had a nice life and Ahiru, as a duck, swimming in the lake, as usual. Fakir was always trying to write Ahiru's story, but…no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't do it. What was keeping him from writing her story? Was it because her story was completed and he wasn't allowed to add anything else, or…Or was she in another story? Had Drosslemeyer write Ahiru in another one of his tragic stories?!
"Quack" Ahiru said, startling Fakir. He was sitting on the dock, trying to write her story again, but failed. He looked down at the small duck and picked her up, holding her close to his chest. Instead of talking to her as he went home, he walked home in silence.
Setting her on the couch, he sat down next to her. He was extremely stressed. What if she stayed like this forever? The knight looked down at the duck and weakly smiled.
"I'm sorry, Ahiru. I can't write your story…I just can't do it. I think…some thing else is going on. I'm sorry" he said. The duck walked up onto his lap and sat there, looking up at him. Her eyes said what she couldn't say. They said: Fakir, I'm happy like this. Don't try so hard.
"But, I want you back! I…" he said, almost about to confess. He had loved this little duck. She was more to him than anything! He had realized this about a week after she had turned back into a duck, permanently. Too bad he had realized it too late.
He blushed. "I…" he began once more, but when he looked down at the duck, she looked transparent. Slowly, she began to fade. "AHIRU!" he called, trying to hold her in his hands, but he couldn't grab her. What was going on?!
"DROSSLEMEYER!" he yelled, standing up once Ahiru had vanished completely. Had he done this to her; to him? Had he done this so that he, now, couldn't confess to her?
Suddenly, the area turned dark and, Fakir guessed, Drosslemeyer was going to talk to him now.
"Hohohoho…" a deep voice laughed in the distance. The sound was coming from outside. Fakir, ran outside and looked around, calling the man out.
"Hoho, Fakir. It's not what you think. I did nothing to Ahiru. Though she may be a duck, she was just an illusion." Drosslemeyer laughed.
She was just…an illusion? Was that why I couldn't write her story, Fakir thought to himself.
"Is there anyway I can get her back!? Please, I…" he began, holding back threatening tears. If she was just an illusion, did that mean he could never get her back? Did that mean he loved nothing?
"Hm…yes" Drosslemeyer decided. "She lives in a kingdom far away. Why don't you go find her?" he asked, but it sounded more like a dare. But if Fakir left, he would have to give up writing for a while. He would have to leave the story where it was in this town, right now.
"I will!" Fakir decided after a few minutes of thought. He wouldn't mind leaving the town's story where it was if it meant finding her. "But tell me, is she still the same?! Is she still a duck?"
"Hohoho, I can't tell you that, I have to go now" Drosslemeyer said.
"Wait! Tell me!" Fakir demanded, but the color came back to the town; Drosslemeyer had left. "Damn it!" he cursed, going back to his house to back for his journey.
Fakir looked back at the town. Without him there, what was going to happen? Was the town going to disappear, or would time just…stop for everyone there? He hoped it was the second one.
He had been able to get a horse, a week or two amounts of food and a blanket for the travel. Who knew how long it would take to get to the next kingdom?
He let a sigh escape his lips as he turned away from the town, making his horse trot forward.
After two weeks traveling, he had not only run out of food supplies, only able to live by scavenging for food in the forest areas he was in, but he had finally found the kingdom. Surprisingly, they were having a celebration for some occasion. There were stands outside selling items, entertainers of all kinds making people laugh or clap. As he rode further into the kingdom, he had a hard time figuring out what the celebration was for. All he could hear was stuff about a festival tonight, and that the King, Queen and Princess were going to come out during the festival, but that's all he could hear.
When he tried to buy some food, he found out that they used a different system of money, but the people were more than glad to take his strange payment for some food. He guessed it was a type of metal that was only slightly valuable, since it was only able to get him some bread, and some dried meats. Either that or they had conned him out of his fair share. But right now, money didn't matter. Finding Ahiru mattered.
"Ma'am" he said, getting the lady' attention in hopes she could tell him what the festival was about, tonight. "What is so special about tonight for a festival?" he asked. The woman looked shocked, but that expression was quickly replaced by a calm look.
"Oh, so you must be a traveler" she said. Fakir thought it was quiet obvious. He did pay her with strange money. Well, it was strange to her, at least. "Well, just a few weeks ago, the princess woke up. She had been asleep for many months. And we have been preparing a festival for her." She said.
Fakir was shocked. "How many weeks ago was it?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly demanding.
"Two, why?" she asked.
"Never mind" he said. Was it a coincidence that the princess woke up when Ahiru disappeared? "What is the princess's name?" he asked.
"Tutu" she said "Princess Tutu" Fakir looked shocked. It was her, but…how? Had she turned back into Princess Tutu? This was all just too confusing to him. He needed to talk to Drosslemeyer again, but when would that be? When would he have another meeting with him?
Yup...My first story...I just lurv this couple and I thought of this over night. I hope this is good enough...I personally think it zucs, but I'll leave that up to you. Please review.