Happily Ever After
Ahiru wobbled into the quiant home of Fakir for the first time after Mytho and Rue left. It had been days after, but she had used the time to compose herself, to get used to the fact that Rue was Mytho's princess and that she was just a simple duck. Truely, she was happy for Rue. Rue who suffered in silence, Rue who knew pain like Mytho, and Rue who was everything a princess should be: beautiful, graceful, and elegent. Ahiru really couldn't compare herself to her, she herself was just a duck after all.
Ahiru ruffled her feathers in agitation, pulling herself out of her own dark thoughts. No! She wouldn't let herself get depressed over this. It was time to move on with her life. She still had Fakir after all. Fakir, who promised to stay with her always. Loyal, noble Fakir...
"Why are you just standing there?"
"Quack!" Ahiru jumped in surprised, flapping her wings comically.
Fakir gave her one of his looks, a look that he only seem to give her when he thought she was being particularly strange. He shook his head in exasperation and turned back to the fire dying down in the stove. Ahiru slapped her webbed feet to where he knelt.
"Quack!" What are you doing?
"Nothing, just burning some papers," Fakir said nonchalantly, as if he spoke to ducks everyday.
Ahiru peered into the embers."Quack?" Aren't those the stories you wrote?
"They already came true anyway. I don't need them anymore."
The duck turned girl and back again became quiet. Those must have been the ones when Mytho fought the monster raven, she decided.
Fakir stood up and left the room, leaving a duck behind to stare at the ashes.
Fakir leaned his hands on the desk in front of him.
"Stupid, she loves Mytho. Always will."
Fakir closed his eyes, as if it could shield him from the truth.
It didn't matter what he did. The stories were reality and the reality the story.
And reality couldn't hide the truth.
Mytho, in a land blessed with all the good things to behold, woke up with a start. Blinking his daze away, he sat still for a moment. First he looked at the window. It was still a little dark out, the sun not quite peeking out over the horizon yet. He then turned to the body sleeping peacefully next to him.
Rue breathed softly in her sleep, delicately as if she was sleeping beauty herself. He dark hair fanned gracefully out on the pillow cushioning her head and the bed covers couldn't hide the shapely body she possessed.
Mytho breathed out a harsh breathe. For a moment he sat completely still, then stood up from the bed, quietly so he wouldn't disturb his newly wed wife. He stopped next to the window and leaned aginst it's immaculately carved frame.
"Princess Tutu..." The soft words breathed into life softly, so softly that the wind carried them away.
The sun rose majestically.
Scrapes of paper disintergrated in Fakir's stove.
"Mytho will choose Rue as his princess and live in a happy land with her, far, far away, never to return."
Strong enough to avert destiny but too weak to create it. With that, Fakir took destiny into his own hands and denied a duck her happily ever after with her prince