In keeping with this series being a retelling of Princess Tutu based on the new Star Wars trilogy, this installment will be inspired by The Last Jedi. While that movie went exactly how I expected for the first ¾'s, the B-plot and ending sorta lose similarities with Princess Tutu, so those parts will be significantly different (that's why this took so long; I was trying to figure out what to do with them). If you have not read "Princess Tutu Awakens", please do so before reading this story. If you have read it, go read it again because I recently revised all the chapters. Enjoy, and sorry for the long wait!

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu or the plot of Star Wars.

Princess Tutu: The Last Hero

By Erin Oppel

Once upon a time, the Final Draft reigned. Having cursed the peaceful Gold Crown Town, the Raven now sends his merciless legions to seize control of the story. Only Raetsel's band of Freedom Fighters stand against the rising tyranny, certain that Prince Mytho will return and take his place in the story. Meanwhile, Duck seeks out the reclusive prince in an attempt to bring him back and help her discover the truth about her powers...

Chapter 1: Disparate Pieces

Duck watched the Prince intently as she held out his sword to him. She waited with baited breath for him to take it from her.

After what felt like an eternity, Mytho finally turned and began walking away.

What? Duck's heart sank. Her eyes went from the sword he neglected to receive to his retreating figure. Finding her voice, she called out, "Wait!" She did her best to catch up to him while carrying the heavy weapon. Unfortunately her awkwardness returned every time she transformed back into her regular girl form. "Please, Prince Mytho! Raetsel sent me to find you. You have to defeat the Raven for us!"

"I can't," was all he said without looking at her.

Duck was taken aback. "But…why not?" she asked, her eyes tearing up at his hopeless tone.

He glanced down but didn't answer.

When it seemed like she wouldn't get a response, Duck slowed to a stop. "Mytho…" She had come all this way, risked so much, fought so hard… and now it seemed like it was all for nothing. She set the Prince's sword down against a tree and wiped her eyes. What is stopping Mytho from saving the town? He's so sad and lonely… I just wish I could help him.

Her pendant started to glow.

"Huh?" Duck looked at it, then glanced around. She spotted Mytho watching her from behind a tree.

Only, she thought it was Mytho. But his body was translucent, as if it were made of scarlet light. She only got the briefest look at him before he hid himself.

Curious, Duck trekked through the trees in the direction of the strange figure, which led her to a rocky area. When she got close, it darted away in the corner of her eye. "Oh, come back!" She spun, trying to find it again. But to her disappointment it was gone.

Instead, however, she noticed a jagged hole between a couple of the boulders. It almost looked like a slanted shelf. In it were a few old-looking books. I wonder what these are, Duck thought as she reached out.

"Who are you?" the real Mytho suddenly spoke behind her.

"Ah!" Duck faced him in surprise. There was no sense of curiosity or wonder in his voice. No relief or even hope. Maybe he had been waiting so long that he doubted help would ever come. Wanting to instil trust in her prince, she replied, "My name is Duck. Raetsel and the Freedom Fighters sent me."

"Why you?"

Duck hesitated, wondering if she should reveal her true character. Perhaps it was the only way to motivate him to action. She spoke slowly, as if trying to find the words, "A few days ago, I was just a regular ballet student. But now I know I was chosen to play a larger role. Because I am Princess Tutu."

"Princess Tutu," he breathed, seemingly recognizing the name. "You saw one of my Heart Shards."

Duck's eyes lit up. "Is that what that light was?"

He nodded. "After I shattered my heart to seal the Raven away, I tried gathering the shards. But I only have a few of them: sorrow, regret, and bitter disappointment."

"That's why I'm here!" Duck blurted out excitedly. "To get you the rest of the pieces of your heart! That's why my pendant led me to you!"

But Mytho shook his head. "I don't want the rest. That's why I stopped looking for them."

Duck blinked. "Why?"

Mytho turned his gaze to the books and said, "Those are the original copies of Drosselmeyer's books. Like me, they are the last of his surviving creation. Because of that, I only know one thing." He started to turn away. "It's time for the story… to end."

What did he mean by that? Duck wanted to inquire further, but Mytho was already walking off. "Please," she begged. "The town is counting on you. We need Prince Mytho back!" With a weary sigh, she realized she might have to tell Mytho just how grave the danger was.

Fakir entered the Raven's domain just as Autor was leaving. The bespectacled boy flashed him a smug smirk, but Fakir detected the unease in his posture that betrayed his show of confidence. The knight took his place and knelt in front of the Raven.

"Ah, Fakir, the brave knight reborn," the giant bird rumbled. "When I found you, I saw your potential to be the next Drosselmeyer." His expression darkened. "Now I fear I was mistaken."

Hoping his silver mask was enough to hide the disappointment in his voice, Fakir declared, "I've done everything you asked. My powers are still getting stronger." His eyes started to mist, but he felt safely concealed.

And then, "Remove that useless mask."

Fakir's heart sank. Still, he complied after only a moment's hesitation. He couldn't look at the Raven as he fought to keep the tears in.

He heard the Raven grumble. "It's just as I thought. You're too much like your father."

Fakir bristled at that accusation. "I killed him," he insisted.

"And you became weaker as a result!" The Raven's anger rose. "Your judgement was impaired, causing you to lose a duel against Princess Tutu!"

Rage flooded through him, and in an instant he was on his feet- to attack, to protest, he wasn't sure, because no sooner had he risen than the Raven knocked him back with a swipe of his massive talons.

"Mytho is still alive!" shouted the Raven, looming threateningly over Fakir. "As long as he is, he poses a danger to our plans. I thought you were the one to stop him. Unless, you're no Drosselmeyer." The Raven sneered, "You're just a child in a mask."

The Raven's words continued to echo in Fakir's mind after he had left. Now he was in his personal writing room, the one said to have been used by Drosselmeyer himself, but he hadn't moved from the door. To his disgust, he realized he was still shaking in fear.

"He called me weak," Fakir seethed with fingers pressed to his face. "A child…" He lifted up his mask, clenched in his other hand, and saw his own glistening eyes reflected in the metal.

With a loud growl, Fakir slammed the mask into the wall. He winced at the sharp pain that flashed through his arm, the one Princess Tutu had injured, but he focused on the half of his mask that shattered in pieces. He threw the rest at the floor, crushing it into fragments under his boot.

The thought of Princess Tutu made his blood boil. He loathed her, that meddling girl. She had cost him his victory, and defeated him with a dance. And yet… he couldn't help but hold some sort of admiration for her.

No! Fakir shook his head to clear away the thought before he could analyze it.

The Raven wouldn't tolerate another mistake. Fakir knew he could easily suffer the same fate as the brave knight. With a determined grimace, he headed back out the door.

He wasn't going to try to become as strong as Drosselmeyer. He was going to be as strong as Drosselmeyer.

As you can see, some scenes will not be in the same order as they were in the movie. I know it's short, but what do you think so far? Like with the first fanfic, I will be uploading a new chapter every Monday, so be sure to check back!