A/N's: Hello there, Princess Tutu fans! This is my first Tutu fanfic but I'm sure it'll be decent. Let me know if you like it by reviewing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Princess Tutu.
The Essence of Dreams
Prologue: Jealousy
The boy sat in the library jealous with rage. He, too, was a descendant of Drosselmeyer. Why wasn't he the chosen one? Why couldn't the lovely girl with black hair and very sad eyes have fallen in love with him too? Why had that ignorant boy, of which he had discovered, gained so much more power than himself, who had been training with it for years. He soaked the quill in black ink, his glasses reflecting the angry flash of the lightning outdoors.
He, too, had the ability to write stories that could become reality. He could prove his abilities. He chuckled. No. He would prove his abilities. Then, the world would see, he could manipulate and form the stories of reality.
He began to write fiercely as his plot began... in real life and in his fiction. He would win everything... the girl, the glory and of course, the power. All could be his with a simple tale, spun from his imagination. A tale of a maiden's dream. So his tale began...
...Once upon a time, there was a beautiful maiden. She happily guarded the 8 elemental crystals. Her dream was to keep the land in peace but one day a terrible storm hit and the maiden was killed. The people thought nothing of it, since they had lived in peace for so long. but little did they know, that the crystals had loved the maiden deeply and the spirits within them suffered great grief and sorrow. They rebelled and vanished, causing the peace to disappear and the land was thrown into chaos until a new maiden, could rise up, tame the spirits of the crystals and surrender their life to protecting the crystals...
Ahiru slept in the rocking basket that Charon had made just for her on the cold and rainy days. Tonight, raged a terrible thunder storm. Fakir had to come and rescue her from the unsettling waves of the lake that the heavy wind was causing. Thunder roared and shook the house, only feeding the flames of the nightmare that raced through dear Duck's dreams.
"Chaos...chaos is arising. Please! Save them! Save my dear suffering friends!" Duck saw a beautiful maiden, one of golden hair and beautiful violet eyes. But her eyes... they spoke of great chaos and sadness. "Save them... and then save yourself from the power that would be granted to you." Then, a dark figure, the silhouette of a knight on a horse perhaps, attacked her---
Duck awoke with a squeeling quack filled with fear. Fakir heard her and raced to her side to comfort her. As he took the shivering duck into his arms, he felt that the atmosphere of the town that had been peaceful for quite awhile now, was once again changing.
Review please, because if you like it, then I'll continue it! =)