* I do not own Princess Tutu nor the characters Fakir, Ahiru/Duck, or Mytho. *
Chapter One: Un Coeur Sombre
Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom there was to be held a wedding. The wedding was to be between the Prince and his chosen Princess. The Prince eagerly anticipated the arrival of his beautiful princess, but she never came. As the days passed, and no signs of the princess revealed themselves, the prince grew worried that something had happened to his beloved. To put his mind at rest the prince assembled a team of his most trusted knights to search the lands for the princess. As the knights took off into the deep night, the prince locked himself away in his palace, and…
Fakirs quill tip ceased to organically flow from his hand as he read what he had placed on paper. How could I write such a thing, to make Mytho suffer on his own wedding day…has my writing truly become as corrupted as Drosselmeyers? Fakir sighed out loud as he stood up from his shabby little workplace. The chair squeaked softly against the harsh grain of the wood floor as Fakir moved it back into place.
"This story…I won't allow this to pass."
He grabbed the manuscript for his story Un Coeur Sombre and walked out of the dim-lit room. He passed through a small dining room that was decorated in such a plain and simple manner, a few chairs and a table that looked as if it had been made by a child, one could hardly call it a table in the normal sense but to Fakir this was all that was necessary for daily living. He continued to walk towards the front door, and opened the decaying wood, allowing the brightness and warmth of the sun to penetrate his damp home.
Fakir closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun caress his body, it was a feeling he had missed from the days when Drosslemeyers story was coming true. But it wasn't the story nor the events that his body craved for, it was the warmth and company from a certain duck he deeply desired and sorely missed. Why…why can't I bring her back!
Fakir's hand clenched up crinkling the manuscript. His eyes looked down towards the ground, and he soon felt himself falling into despair. His mind towards the thought of the mighty battle that took place between the Raven and Mytho, but more importantly, what he had done to duck. As he regained the willpower to continue his original task, the memories of ducks battered body lying on the ground after the Raven was defeated flooded his mind and heart. Tears began to run down his cheek as he imagined her beautiful smile decorating her bloodied face. He walked towards a large fire pit that had been recently put out, and threw his manuscript into the ashes.
"I won't allow anyone to suffer anymore, especially for the sake of my own amusement." As he uttered the last word he threw a match into the fire pit and slowly watched the primitive flame consume the paper. The paper blackened, curled, and cracked with the increasing heat creating a rhythm of destruction that soothed Fakirs heart.
Fakir stood by the fire pit well into the afternoon, watching the flame grow into a monstrous being, allowing his feeling of comfort fade into fear, a fear that he Fakir, is slowly falling into the same fate as his ancestor Drosselmeyer. The fear felt like it was uprooting itself deep into his heart, and he was not sure if he would be able to stop himself in the near future from finishing the stories he had been writing. This was the twelfth one this month that he had to sacrifice to the flames, and each one had begun as a beautifully spun tale, but quickly mutated into a tale of tragedy and betrayal. Am I really in control of my own stories anymore, or am I just a puppet to the will of something even greater?This thought brought an air of concern to Fakir, and he knew that only one person could give him a proper response.
He walked towards the lake near his home, pushing aside vines and creeping reeds that seem to be longing for companionship, grabbing at his shirt and tearing his sleeve slightly open.
"Damn it…this was my only good shirt!"
Anger and frustration had been boiling inside Fakir for awhile now, but this was a breaking point, and Fakir lost control of his senses. He took out a small dagger and started cutting away at each vine and reed with a murderous passion. His eyes began to widen as his motions became increasingly wild, a blood lust consuming his every motion. Each strike the reeds and vines suffered, a disembodied voice would coo as if it was in pain and dying, but unfortunately for the innocent reeds and vines, Fakir could no longer control his actions. As quickly as he began to devour the reed and vines, there was nothing left but a small rocky path towards the lake. What…what have I done? Fakir looked down at the torn reeds and broken vines, their blood soaked into the ground and his blade. Panicked, he took off down the path just praying he could see her face, to have her hold him in her arms and forgive him for what he had done.
He reached the lakes shore and saw in the middle of the large blue mass, a small and fragile body of a yellow duck. He stood there, frozen and out of breath as the duck noticed the rustling noise from his direction. It slowly began to paddle towards him, elegantly but plain. His eyes grew sad as the duck came closer and closer. If only she was still my Ahiru, and not a duck…
A.N: I hope you all enjoyed this! This is my first time writing a fanfiction for this site, so I am still adjusting to the formats and everything. This is the first chapter in the complete story, so I should be updating very often ^^ BTW Un Coeur Sombre means A dark Heart in french, and the title means Wheel of Fortune =3
-Sam R. Lori
