A creative story I thought of. It was born from the other possibilities of what Princess Tutu might have looked like.
Chapter 1: A Boy Creates Something
Once upon a time, there was a small town named Golden Crown Town. It was part of a large kingdom that was famous for the incredible population of birds. More birds, than even people. It was nestled in the southern east side of the kingdom. The creatures there were plenty and unusual, ranging from ant-eaters to cats. Some of the animals established their own domains. The most famous one was the one ruled by the swans. Swans were naturally elegant and graceful creatures, but what made their dominion so liked was the prince that led them. He was kind and noble, and would never fail to protect someone. There was a saying about him; a prince who loved everyone-who was also loved by everyone. But even royals have their faults. The prince had a mortal enemy. His foe was known only as the Raven, leader of the crows. As loving and pure the prince was, the Raven was cruel and evil. The Raven wished to eat all hearts and waged war against the prince. It was not uncommon to see a swan and crow fighting in the air. Truly, it was a kingdom with deep mysteries.
An old man named Drosselmeyer first founded the land. Although that does sound a little odd for a person to "found the land", he did literally create it. Drosselmeyer had an unusual power that let his stories come true. Students from the age of four have memorized by heart the epic feats of how Drosselmeyer wrote the kingdom into existence and how he turned into its eternal guardian, even after he died. Rumors among children and gossiping townsfolk is that Drosselmeyer still controls everything even in the after life from the tallest tower in Golden Crown Town. Despite all that has happened in the past, nothing in the present was in danger. All seemed peaceful. Obviously though, appearances aren't always what they seem.
Golden Crown Town was surrounded by a large wall, "for protection", Drosselmeyer had said. Outside the wall was a lake called Zetsubō no Mizūmi, or the Lake of Despair. Although that is such a dreary name, in reality it was teeming with life. It was a safe haven for all who decided to rest there and collect their thoughts. Not too far from it was a dock and cabin. A boy walked out of the cabin and sat on a rocking chair on the dock. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He was fifteen years old, with green eyes, and dark green hair. An invisible weight pressed on his mind, but for now he ignored it. All he wished for was quiet.
Meanwhile, the birds were starting to get into action. The prince was flying with his flock after a successful battle against the crows. They were tired and in need of some well deserved rest. Out of the corner of his eye, the prince spotted a clear lake enclosed with trees. He decided that they should stop there, and swan-dived to the area. The rest of the flock followed. Graceful wings flapped gently as they made contact with the water. The prince announced that he would be scouting the area for any signs of danger. After a few squawks of approval, the prince went out.
In the air, a crow was flying for her life. There were deep cuts all over her body, and she was falling in her flight every few seconds. She breathed with labored breaths. Her father had caused this pain. He was angry that she had lost the battle against the swans. She was the leader of the attack and was expected to lead them to victory. To settle his rage, he tore at her with his humongous claws. Wallowing in anger and sadness, she ran away from home. Now she was regretting her decision. She was losing altitude. It would not be long before she would plummet to her death. Why must the Raven be so mean? All she could do was wonder. The crow knew that her time would be up soon if she didn't do something. The crow looked down and saw a lake below her. She had to go down there. It was her only chance.
A duck let out a sigh. She was floating on Zetsubō no Mizūmi in a bit of a daze. Her life was incredibly boring. Nothing exciting ever happened. It didn't help that there was almost no other people here that would talk to her, just because she was a duck. The loneliness was starting to get to her. Suddenly something hit her head, and she was dunked in the water.
"Ow. That hurt. What happened?" the duck asked herself. She resurfaced and rubbed her sore head. After making sure she didn't have a bump, the duck swam in the direction of the thing that hit her. She saw an unmoving black heap lying on the grass. She got as close as she could and gently poked the heap. "Hello? Are you okay?" she asked. The heap moved a bit and moved its head. It revealed itself to be a crow. The duck gasped because she had never seen a crow at the lake, or at all in her life. "You're a crow!"
"Obviously" the crow replied. She tried to push herself up, but was barely able to move.
"Oh. Let me help you with that. You probably can't move cause you're hurt. That's it. I mean, you have so many cuts so that makes it painful to go everywhere. Duh. That has to be it. Sometimes I can be so stupid" the duck rambled while dragging the Raven's daughter closer to the waterside. "There we are" the duck cheerfully said. The crow dipped the tips of her wings in the cool water. A pained look crossed her face, but nothing more.
As the duck was deciding what to do about the crow, a presence made itself known among themselves. The duck turned around to see a swan behind them. He was serene and quite handsome. The duck fell in love with him in an instant.
"Is everything alright?" the swan asked. The duck grew flustered and her answer was stammered.
"W-w-w-well, u-uh, you see, I was just taking care of this crow w-who was injured. She h-hit me on the head, but I still helped her."
"Why did I say that? It makes me sound big and stupid" the duck cried in her head.
"A crow?" the swan asked. He tilted his head in such a way that it made the duck squeal on the inside.
"Yes, a crow" the crow said darkly, bringing the attention to her. The swan did not say anything, and neither did the duck, but it was easy to see the tension in the air. The swan took notice of the crow's injuries and held up one of her wings.
"These cuts are deep. They might get infected. We should find something or someone to help you" he told her. His voice was caring and the crow felt her walls fall down.
"Maybe. But there is nothing that can heal me here" she admitted.
"Actually, I know this human place nearby that could help you, or something" the duck said.
"You want me to go to the humans? They are savages! They would cook any bird that came near" the crow exclaimed.
"I will protect you if they try to hurt you. I want you to get better" the swan told her.
"Even though I'm a crow?" the crow asked hesitantly.
"Although we are enemies, I would not like to see a bird die in such an dishonorable way."
The duck was confused about why the swan and crow were enemies, but she was happy she was able to help.
"I guess we will be traveling together now. Don't worry, I'll get you there safe and sound" the duck cheered. She started swimming in a new direction while the prince who held the crow followed.
Thoughts flowed through the boy's head while he reclined on his chair. Spring was coming, and the boy did not have any plans.
"Maybe I should write some stories" he mused. A quack vibrated in the air. The boy was brought out of his thoughts, and got out of his chair to investigate. A cute duck with big, icy, blue eyes and yellow feathers swam up to the duck. She quacked again, this time louder. He knelt down.
"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be so trusting of strangers" he told her. The duck let out a small quack. Then she motioned to something to come out of the reeds. The boy stared as a swan came out of the reeds with a crow in its wings.
"How odd. A swan and a crow together, but they're not fighting" the boy thought. The swan came closer to the boy and held out the crow. The boy picked up the crow, and examined her wounds. He made a frown as he saw how deep the cuts were.
"You want me to take the crow?" he asked. The duck quacked in response. He sighed and held his hand to his forehead.
"Fine, I will. Just come back to get it tomorrow." The swan started to leave, but the duck flew to the duck and landed close to the boy.
"You're coming too?" the boy said with small mirth. The duck quaked and nodded her head. The swan realized what was happening and flew to the duck's side.
"Oh great, you're also coming. Sure, it'll be like a sleepover." The boy walked to the cabin while the birds trailed behind him.
The boy opened the door of his cabin. Inside was a small blue bed by the left side of the room. Next to the doorway was a desk that faced a window. The was a table with one chair at the left side of the wall, also by a window. A laundry basket was at the right side of the cabin all the way in the back. A closet was on the left side of the bed. The only light there was a lantern that hung overhead, and a candle on the desk.
"I'll get you some bread to eat while you settle in" the boy declared. When he was out of the room, the birds started to explore the area. The crow found interest in the desk with various inks and quills on it, the prince took notice of a hidden sword in the closet, and the duck found that the bed had captured her attention. They all assembled on the floor as they waited for the boy to come back. When he arrived, he scattered pieces of the bread on the floor. The birds ate it ravenously, and contently sighed when they finished. The boy rolled his eyes.
"So now that you're done eating, and you have your strength back, we're going to help this crow get better. Walk behind me while I set everything up" the boy instructed them.
The boy took a pail that was outside the cabin, and brought it with him to the lake. The birds stood on the grass and watched him go. He filled the pail with water to the brim, and carried it back to where the fowls were waiting. He ordered the duck to get a cloth from the cabin. She returned with it and placed it in his hands. With the cloth in his hand, the boy plucked the crow and put her in the water. She desperate flapped her wings in a struggle to stay on top. The boy realized his mistake, and instead held the bird in his hand. He pushed the cloth into the water and squeezed its contents onto the crow. He rubbed the cloth back and forth as he cleaned out her wounds. When he was sure he did a good job, he released her back to the other birds. The crow had to admit that she felt a lot better.
"Now it's you're turn" the boy said to his other patients. He repeated the same process with the swan and duck, but did not hold them since they were aquatic birds.
After they were all clean, the boy brought them back to the cabin to feed them again. He fed them leftover fish from one of his trips on the lake. Then he wrapped a bandage around the crow's body. Meanwhile, the sun was setting in the distance. The boy observed this and decided he would have dinner for himself. He ate his meal in peace and watched how the birds were interacting with each other. They seemed to enjoy each other's company. The swan honked every now and then, but the most noise came from the crow and the duck. Specifically, the duck. The boy smiled at this. He also noticed that the crow was warming up to the swan. His eyes wandered to his desk. What if he wrote a story about them? This piqued his interest. The boy walked to his desk and tapped on the wood. What should he say? When he figured out what he wanted, he began to write.
Once upon a time, there were three birds. One of them was a handsome, prince swan who cared about everyone deeply. Another of them was a beautiful, black crow who held a secret almost no one knew. The last of them was an awkward, kind duck who always seemed to know how to cheer people up. The prince was protected by a knight that served him day and night. The knight wanted the prince to become a human so that the prince would be safer. The crow and duck agreed that this would be a good idea, and also wanted to become human. The duck and the crow were in love with the prince, and each gave him a feather to remind him that they were by his side, no matter what form. The threesome eventually became humans, but were corrupted with human desires. The girl who was once a crow grew jealous of all who the prince talked to and claimed that he was her's. The prince lost his emotions and forgot about his friends. The girl who was once a duck took a feather that had once been the swan's and became a swan herself. She tried to remind the prince that he once had feelings, but to no avail. Eventually the crow became so jealous that she killed the prince and herself so that they could be together. Heartbroken, the girl who was once a duck and the knight mourned for the days they once shared. Hearing their cries, the prince and the girl who was once a crow and swan came back from the dead in the form of birds. The knight and the girl who was once a duck were overjoyed. Then they realized though, that they could not speak to each other, for two of them were birds, and two were humans...
The boy finished his story and frowned. He did not wish for this to turn into a tragedy, but the words just wrote themselves. It was like he was trying to be the author, but someone else was controlling him.
"Like a puppet" he thought darkly. An old voice chuckled, and the boy turned his head to see who laughed. No one was there except for him and the birds.
"Don't worry about what you write. I will be taking things from here. You're story was nice, but was lacking all the good traits that a story needs. I'll take some parts of it, but that will be all you will see that is yours" the voice said to the boy in his mind.
The boy shook his head, thinking he was imagining. He looked out the window and saw that the stars and moon were out. He let out a yawn and stretched his arms.
"Okay guys. It's time for bed" he told the swan, duck, and crow. He took an extra blanket from his closet and put it on the floor. The birds lied on it and curled up next to each other. The swan was all around the crow and duck so they made a little ball. The boy smiled and put on his pajamas. After he put his clothes in the laundry, he got into bed and said good night.
That night the temperature dropped nearly ten degrees. The birds were cold, but they didn't want to disturb the boy sleeping. Finally the duck had enough and got up from the circle. She waddled to the bed and climbed up the bedpost. She scooted to the right side of the boy and snuggled under the blanket. She felt instant warmth. The prince had felt the shifting the duck caused, and he raised his head to investigate. When he saw that the duck was gone, he got up and looked for her. He smiled when he saw her sleeping next to the boy. He paid close attention to how her cheeks were flushing. The prince knew he would be a lot warmer in the bed, so he flew to the covers and went right next to the duck. He let out a happy sigh. The crow woke up and realized that the people keeping her warm were gone. She groaned as she got up and searched the area. She flew on the bed and was surprised to see that the swan and the duck were sleeping with the human boy. It didn't matter though. She was not going to stay cold. She curled up on the other side of the boy. She wanted to be with the swan, but there was no room left. Soon, everyone was fast asleep.
When the boy woke up the next morning, he stretched his arms out on the bed. His right hand felt something soft. He remembered that the birds got into his bed last night. He was okay with it, he appreciated the warmness. But this softness did not feel like feathers. He grabbed a hold of the softness and saw that it was hair. White hair actually. He looked down and was shocked at what he saw. A girl with long, raven-black hair was sleeping on his left side. A girl with even longer strawberry blonde hair was laying on his right, with a boy with fluffy white hair curled into her. And he took great notice in seeing that they were bare naked! Finally, the boy could not take the disturbance any longer and he screamed, waking the resting tenants.
Swan dived, ha! I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. This is my best piece of fanfic writing. I know, it's lame. I'm also sorry that I couldn't make the characters talk more. The next chapter will DEFINITELY have lot's of quotation marks. And that boy is Fakir, just in case you were wondering. Oh, and the story Fakir wrote. I admit, also lame. I'm working on it!