Disclaimer: I do not own Princess tutu or any of the characters unless I made them up myself. For if by a loop I did then Fakir and Ahiru would have had a nicer ending with her still being a girl.
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"for all who love stories…"
once a long time ago there lived a young prideful maiden in a poor village. Once a long time ago lived a wealthy righteous prince with all the money he could want in his rich estate and town. What do these stories have in common you say well once a long time ago the village sent this girl to beg money from the princes' people. There town was so rich and prosperous that a few meager coins would not hurt to give away. In truth the girl did not want to do such a thing as to ask for money she was full of to much pride. The girl decided to go to the prince's gate and demand the money. The guards thought this to be foolish of the girl and waited to see what there prince would do. He came down to the palace gate with one hand full of gold and the other with a sword in tow. He took the sword and slashed the woman in her face and then through the money at her. The now blind woman was baffled she did not understand. As the woman searched the ground for the coins the prince told her it was an equal exchange, the only thing you ever saw was pride now your eyes are cleansed and you will finally see the kindness around you. You are getting what you asked for.
All she could do was watch him from afar. While he practiced she would long to practice with him to go inside a place that use to be familiar to her. No they wouldn't let her in there no matter how beautiful a swan she was, yes a swan.
She had molted from the minute quaking duck into a suave sleek swan. With the strangest blue eyes that could transform the most heartless into the most weak hearted. She was no longer a duck, no she was no longer a princess and also no longer a girl. She was forgotten or hardly talked about. At points she would even think she was nothing to him except an exotic pet. Just a novelty act for all those who were watching them as they tried there best to enjoy each others company.
Nothing could change the fact she was stuck as a swan yet what made it worse was the ridicule they put Fakir in. Most people thought he must have lost some of his brain cells because when ever you would see him a bird would be hovering behind his shadow. They thought he was strange because he would go to the trouble of trying to talk the bird and worse to be the swan always chirped back.
She again spied into the window watching as a lucky girl was partnered with her Fakir. She longed to be able to twirl like that, spinning slowly in perfect circles and jumping in such rhythmic beat that she would not even need the music to lead her. She would just follow her hearts hymn. But it is not like that anymore it was never like that. She never had the chance to dance with Fakir but a few times and those were all special conditions not just to dance for her heart desire.
They began dancing slowly at first steps steady barely swiping the floor then getting faster and faster till her lands was harsh and every move was struck with a powerful stance. Every few with a sharp turn then gently going back to slow movements graceful and somehow sad; for some reason his movements at this time were full a lingering sadness. No one else could see the cloud of loneliness that suspended upon him but Ahiru could. A thick jade of grief was around him and it was because of her. At least that is what she thought.
I could see her staring at me through the window it hurt to see her so gloomy. I know it was hard for her to see me dancing so freely when that's all she wants to do. Why couldn't we have gotten a happy ending, why are we stuck trying to care for another when it is just so complicating. I wanted to deeply just to write her story to bring her back but every time I try to start the pen will stop. I will think about nothing at all but what to write when all it is, is a few simple words. "Ahiru will be human again" that is it. But somehow those words will never write on the paper by the time I start to try to physically write it the ink has already dried upon the quill. Then she gives me the pardoning eyes as though it isn't necessary. To say it doesn't have to be done. Still I see her longing to become human hoping that one day I will be able to write it. Not now though I just can't something isn't letting me and all I can do is lie to her. Tell her that I promise you will be human tomorrow in silent glances and sympathetic smiles. And she just lies back in false hope and fake cheerfulness. We just lie to each other and act oblivious to what is really around us.
I didn't want to hurt her like Drouselmier did all of us. Molding all of us into characters that were unreal for his entertainment and now because of that Ahiru may never be able to turn into a human and dance again while Mythue and Rue are able to dance the night away as the "saviors" of this town. Why should they get a happy ending when the one who truly saved everyone is the one who is stuck in a bird's body? I was angry at this revelation and had not begun to realize how ruff I was moving this girl. I began to dance more gently trying to break my glance from my sad Ahiru.
At the end of our par a deux the girl I had been dancing with had a big grin on her face that tilled across her tan skin. The blue hair mistress was blinded she could not see that the dance left me no affection for her as me and Ahiru were blind to the fact the bird could never dance a swan could never talk and a man could never fall in love with a duck.
That is what we denied ourselves to see, the truth of what everyone saw. But maybe we don't need truth to see that is to say that are town people believed in roles that were just fictional characters while we would not allow are selves to believe that we were something else. I thought I was a knight in a story but I am writer. She believed she had been cursed as duck but she is a girl who loves to dance. He was suppose to be a prince but was just confused naïve boy. She thought she was a crow and turned out to be just stubborn primma Donna. We refused to be clarified as something by another we chose what we wanted to be. But she gave that choice away when she decided to be kindhearted.
That is why if I never have the courage to bring her human again at least I can be a blinded man who can lie to her so fervently that she could only believe it to be the honest truth and in return dance for her.
In all honesty I don't know why I write anything at the bottom since people seem to just zoom down the line act as though it imaginary I don't see the authors commentary on their story. That's all right go head do pull the bar down and just skip me I wont cry. A t least while no one is looking. wine sniff
That was by far not one of my best openers it seemed some what out of character I don't know why I mean would fakir really say that. And duck it seems a bit out of it with out her perkiness but don't worry that's just cause there hasn't been any dialogue or action all there has been is a giddy girl dancing with fakir while Ahiru is really sad and maybe a bit jealous of not being able to dance with him.
Im just looking for 3 reviews and I will keep writing this hopefully
In the next one it will have a lot more well…um how should I put this well everything yeah everything… dialogue… action… Fakir yelling at Duck… Droselmier being back… and umm what else.. uh oh yeah and mythue and rue are back… and that's just about it… READ AND REVIEW TUTU FANS THERE ARE NOT A LOT OF US ANYWAYS…