I will protect….

Once upon a time, there was a man who died. The last story the man was working on was about a brave and handsome prince who vanquishes a crafty raven. When the man died, the raven and the prince escaped from within the story. The prince took out his own heart to seal away the raven, but this power which had been granted solely to him was nevertheless forbidden. Thus sealed, the raven troubled them no more, but the prince's heart was shattered and scattered all over town. Ever since then, stories and reality have intermingled in the town, making it world where the fantastical was no longer fantastical.

1Akt ~Der Nussknacker: Blumenwalze ~

He was a knight riding towards a battle. His heart was telling him to hurry and so he did. His prince was waiting for his loyal services. The town through which he was riding was in ruins, that nasty beast had really done a number on it. Doors closed and people cowered away as the young man passed them.

'Morons, I'm not the one they should fear.' The young man thought, annoyed by his own panic. 'Please, be still alive!'
An evil laughter rang like thunder through the air. It came from a dark shadow that spread it's huge wings over the town, blocking out all light and hope.
The knight made his horse go even faster and sped towards it. Arrived, he jumped off his steed, that ran on in fright. There he was, the noble prince, standing forlorn in the shadow of the enormous beast. The knight watched him in wonder as he saw reddish sparks slowly fade away in front of the prince. The prince stared at them with great sadness.

'What is that? Could that have been Princess Tutu?' The knight wondered. If that was true then the knight knew that all hope had failed them. 'What can we do now?'
Then the raven spoke and confirmed the knight's fears.

"Princess Tutu has fallen, what can you do now, prince? Just give me your heart."

The prince showed no fear and said: "If it is my heart you want, I shall give it to you, but not before I use it to seal you away!"

The knight had to watch hopelessly as the prince took out his sword and placed it at his heart.

"Mytho stop! You know it's forbidden!" Fakir yelled but he knew he could not stop his friend.

I'm sorry Fakir, this is the only way." Mytho pierced his sword through his chest with one motion and shattered his heart into pieces. As the brave prince fell and the heart-shards shot away like red stars, the raven let out a terrible scream that shook the earth.

"Mytho!" In blind grief and rage, Fakir launched himself at the raven. The beast was in pain and started to fade away, but not before he got the knight too. With its claw the raven ripped the young knight in half.
the last thing the knight remembered was an intense pain and the sound of his own scream.

This tragedy could never happen again, or could it?...

Fakir woke up shaking and sweating from the same nightmare he always had, as long as he could remember. In spite of most people, Fakir knew what the dream meant. His foster father had told him when he was very young. His friend, Mytho was the prince from a story, written by a man named Drosselmayer. This man had the power to write stories that continued after his death, but the characters got tired of their battle and they escaped from the pages of the story. The prince ended the battle by taking out his own heart to seal the raven away.
with a shattered heart scattered away, the prince forgot who he was and he lost all his emotions. Fakir, being the reincarnation of the prince's loyal friend and servant found him again. At first he tackled along, being the young boy that he was, but Mytho's lack of emotions caused him to do really reckless things and so Fakir vowed to protect him. This time he would protect Mytho.

Fakir got up and automatically looked at the bed at the other side of the room he and his best friend shared. It was empty. "That idiot" Growled Fakir as he stood up and hurried about to fresh himself up and get himself ready for school, for there would Mytho be.

Fakir stalked through the corridors of the Ballet Academy and almost had made it to the classroom in which they usually had their lessons when he heard a voice. It was not Mytho's voice but a very loud annoying blabbering one from a girl. This didn't exactly improve Fakir's mood. He kept behind the door and listened. The noise from the girl had just stopped, the only word Fakir heard clearly was 'weird'.

'Sure you're weird.' Thought Fakir. This was just another of Mytho's fan-girls. Then his friend spoke and said to the girl that he didn't think her weird. This conversation could only get more annoying from this point now that he had encouraged that stupid girl.
Fakir opened the door and walked in.

"Fakir." Said Mytho vaguely.

"Didn't I tell you to inform me when you go out?"

"Yes." Replied Mytho with no emotion at all.

"We're leaving, stand up." Fakir said firmly, but Mytho didn't stand up. Something seemed wrong.

"What's wrong?" Fakir asked a little worried.

"My foot."

"Foot? Did you twist it?"

"Hmm."

"Idiot."

Then the girl began to yell and Fakir looked at her. She was a small girl of the age of thirteen with a plain appearance. She had red hair that she had tight up in a headband for today's ballet practice. Her plain ballet outfit told him that she was part of the lower class.
Quite unnecessarily, she began to explain what had happened. "Ehm, ehm, it was my fault. He saved me when I tripped so… "

"What were you thinking? Doing such as pointless thing?" Fakir asked Mytho right through the girl's story.

"Like I said, he was protecting me.. "

"That's why I said 'pointless'." Fakir grabbed Mytho's hand and dragged him onto his feet. "Stand up, we're going back." Now he was truly annoyed.

"You don't have to be so rough with him!" Yelled the girl after him.

"Quite!" Fakir shouted back and he closed the door behind him.

The rest of the day Fakir made sure Mytho stayed in bed. His injury was minor, but when you use your feet for ballet, it is important to take every injury seriously. After a while watching over his sleeping friend, he got bored. He needed to stretch his legs and left the boy's dormitory for a walk around town.
When he wanted to re-enter the boy's dormitory, however, he found his path being blocked by the girl from before. She was acting weird and annoying again by hitting herself on the head and calling herself a coward.

"You're in my way." Fakir said.

The girl turned around, she looked offended, but when she saw it was him, her manner became quiet and polite. "Oh ehm, is senior Mytho?..."

'That nonsense again?' "He's not here." Fakir said as he passed her.

Now the girl was offended again and once again she began to yell at him. "Yeah, so where?.."

"Go home." Fakir wanted to shut the door behind him, but the girl was too quick and with a muffled bang she got herself stuck between the door and the doorpost.

"How's his injury?" She asked him with a painful face.

"It's not serious." He replied, beaten by her persistence.

"I like to apologize." The girl said.

"There's no need."

The girl freed herself from the door and stood up. "Are you like this to everyone you talk to?" She asked him challengingly and Fakir closed the door. He climbed up the stairs and got to his room. He tried to forget what just had happened. When he opened the door he saw Mytho sitting on the windowsill. Clearly he had seen everything and he had watched the girl leave.

"Mytho."

"Fakir."

"Haven't I told you to stay in bed?'

"Sorry." Said Mytho without any real feeling of regret.

"Is your foot hurting?" Fakir tried to sound nice for once, but he already knew the answer he would get.

"I don't know."

That's it, that was the answer he always got and really, it set his teeth on edge. He sighed. "What a retch you are, you're far too slow and utterly useless. As for helping others, you would do best, to forget such notions."

"Yes."

"All you need to do is listen to what I tell you."

"Yes." Replied Mytho and he stared at him with his empty eyes. Fakir allowed himself to relax and sank into a chair. This day was truly annoying.

AN: Hey it's me! I had this idea for a long time and now that I finally can write it, it proves to be very difficult. Especially in the first ones, because Fakir repeats himself a few times and doesn't do much else, but I'll figure it out. I won't quote everything, I promise you that, that will become boring, but I like the first conversations between Duck and fakir so much that I quoted it literally. Oh and I know that the raven first killed the knight and then he got sealed away by Mytho, but I thought it possible for a dream to go slightly different. This way Fakir could see it happen.

Question: Should I call Ahiru/Duck Ahiru or Duck. It makes more sense to call her Duck, but want this story to fit with my Princess Tutu 2 story and in that story I called her Ahiru. Please help me out! And also please review! :)