AKA "If Princess Tutu Happened Like The Force Awakens".

While watching Princess Tutu for the first time, I noticed that some characters shared similarities with characters from Star Wars: The Force Awakens. I decided to make this AU fanfic to explore those similarities, and because the wait for Episode 8 is unbearable.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Princess Tutu characters or the plot for The Force Awakens!

UPDATE: I decided to slightly revise all the chapters in this story (except for the author's notes because I'm lazy) before starting the sequel, which I will probably start uploading sometime next month. Thank you for your patience!


Princess Tutu Awakens

By Erin Oppel

Once upon a time, a prince had vanished. In his absence, the sinister Final Draft led by a crafty raven had cursed Gold Crown Town and will not stop until Prince Mytho has been destroyed. With the support of her Freedom Fighters, Raetsel is desperate to find Mytho and gain his help in restoring the town back to normal. She has sent her most reckless member to the bookshop, where an old ally has discovered a clue to Mytho's whereabouts…

Chapter 1: The Lost Shard

"This will begin to make things right," the old bookshop owner said with conviction. His frail hand reached over his desk and placed a ruby-coloured jewel pendant in the hands of his young visitor.

Lillie clutched the pendant to her chest and squealed in delight, "Ooh! Adventure! Mystery! Danger! I love it!"

The bookshop owner sighed. "Just make sure the information gets to the Freedom Fighters. If the Final Draft gets their hands on it, I'm afraid our story is doomed to have a tragic ending."

The blond girl waved her hand dismissively and said, "Yeah, yeah, don't worry. The Final Draft has no idea where I am!"

Just then, a small childlike puppet burst through the door, beating wildly on the toy drum she was carrying, and exclaimed, "Lillie-zura! The Final Draft is coming, zura!"

"Well isn't this an exciting turn of events!" Lillie declared.

But the bookshop owner's eyes clouded with dread. "Hurry, you must leave!"

Lillie waved to the bookshop owner as she ran to the exit. "Thanks! You can count on me, sir!" With her puppet companion, Uzura, following closely behind, she ran in the direction of the town square. "This is, by far, the most important mission I've ever been on!"

As she neared the nightly bonfire, a group of figures began to emerge from a dark alley on the other side of the square. Despite being men and women from the town, they resembled an imposing army. However, none of them were more feared than their leader- a cloaked knight with an unflinching gait and cold heart.

Lillie recognized them immediately and skidded to a stop. "Oh no! The Final Draft!"

Uzura bumped into Lillie's leg. "Ow!" She rubbed her forehead and asked, "What are we gonna do now, zura?"

Lillie smiled nervously at the unfettered advancing crowd. "Ah…" She glanced down at the pendant in her hands, then back to the crowd. Then back to the pendant. Then to Uzura. She tossed the pendant at her friend. "Not my problem anymore!"

"Whaaa?" Uzura cried as she caught the object. Seeing the group getting closer, she ran off into the darkness.

Lillie nonchalantly continued making her way through the square, thinking, Maybe if I pretend to be just an innocent civilian taking a midnight stroll, they'll just ignore me! Oh, I'm so clever! "Good evening, everyone!" she greeted with a salute as she approached them.

Two of them subsequently grabbed her arms and the rest surrounded her.

Oh, darn! Lillie giggled in fear as the leader stood in front of her. "C-can I help you?"

His face was unreadable thanks to the gray metal mask he always wore. It muffled his voice only slightly as he spoke frigidly, "The Heart Shard to Prince Mytho. We know you were the one sent to retrieve it. And now you'll give it to the Final Draft."

Lillie smiled and replied mockingly, "Aw, it's too bad you didn't find me sooner! You see, I don't have it anymore. Must've dropped it!"

"You LOST IT?!"

Everyone's heads turned to the bookshop owner nearby. He panted heavily, apparently out of breath from running to the scene.

Lillie shook her hands at him. "Aaah! I swear I didn't! I—" She quickly shut her mouth and whipped her head back to the leader. "I mean, yes! I did lose it! …Wow, I'm really bad at this."

The knight, having lost either interest or patience with her, walked up to the old man. "I should've known you had it."

The book owner replied unwavering, "Nothing good would've come out of me giving it to you. Don't you understand your story-spinning powers are getting out of control?" He urged, "You cannot deny the role you were born into, Fakir."

The hooded knight almost seemed amused. "You're right." In one swift motion, he drew his iconic Lohengrin sword up high, fire reflecting off the blade, and brought it down upon the old man.

A frightened yelp escaped from the crowd before it was quickly stifled.

Fakir slowly turned in the direction it came from and saw a young pink-haired girl in the front row trembling. He recognized her as Pike, one of his newest followers. When she caught his gaze, she stood up straight and forced a composed expression.

A gust of wind blew next to him, scattering black feathers and preceding the arrival of his third in command. Kraehe, a princess in a black tutu, expertly twirled to the ground.

"Where have you been?" Fakir asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance as usual.

Kraehe's ruby eyes narrowed, but her expression remained sly. "I was with my father," she replied coolly. "He had hoped you would have found the Heart Shard by now without any assistance."

Fakir tightened his fists. "I was making swift progress."

She cast a glance to Lillie and asked him, "What do we do with the captive?"

The knight began to walk away as he ordered, "Bring her with us. We can interrogate her back at the base."

Throwing her head back dramatically as she was dragged away, Lillie said, "For the first time, I'm the damsel in distress! Is there anyone who can rescue poor, cute Lillie?"


The incident of the previous night had gone unnoticed by the unaffiliated civilians of Gold Crown Town. That morning, it was business as usual for store owners and their customers. It was also just a normal day for a certain young ballet student at the academy.

Duck, as she called herself, struggled through her classes once again. She loved ballet very much, but found herself to be awfully clumsy and uncoordinated compared to her much more elegant and graceful peers. Often times she had to stay after school to mop the floors as punishment for dancing poorly, and as her teacher approached, it looked like today was no exception.

"Miss Duck!"

She fumbled to get her ballet slippers off. "Y-yes, Mr. Cat?"

The anthropomorphic cat glared down at her. "It seems you were unfocused again. If you don't pass this course…" He towered over her, baring his fangs and threatened, "You will have to marry me!"

Duck cried out and scrambled to her feet. She grabbed the bucket and mop that were against the wall and rushed out the door with a jumbled cry of, "I'msorrysiritwon'thappenagain!" When she was far enough down one of the halls, she allowed herself to stop and catch her breath. "Phew, that was close," she sighed to herself. "I guess I better get to work."

She headed outside to the faucet at the back of the building and filled her bucket. Mechanically, she started to scrub the first floor of the academy. Duck was lost in thought, daydreaming about being a beautiful ballerina like the professionals she'd seen perform at her school. How she admired them! She vowed to continue to work hard and become just like them. Then maybe she might like herself a little.

Duck let out a soft groan and stared at her reflection in the bucket. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'll never be that good or pretty. Seems like the only thing I'm best at is cleaning the floors…" she muttered. Duck finished the rooms on that level and went back to the faucet.

The sun was starting to set by the time she finished. Arms and legs aching, Duck trudged in the direction of her dorm. She passed by the river along her way and was startled by a scream.

"Somebody help me, zura!"

Duck whipped her head around, but the voice sounded farther down the river. "Hang on, I'm coming!" she called out, breaking into a sprint. She saw someone flailing about in the water- a small girl with mint-green hair. "Oh no!" Duck gasped. Without hesitation, she leapt into the river and swam towards her. "Don't worry, I got you!"

The little girl clutched the jacket of Duck's uniform as she pulled her to safety. "Thank you, zura!"

Duck settled the girl onto dry land. Collapsing beside her, she breathed, "Are you ok?"

The child nodded enthusiastically. "You saved my life, zura!"

Upon closer inspection, Duck realized that the girl was actually a puppet. "Who are you?"

"Uzura!" she answered cheerfully. "What's your name, zura?"

"I'm Duck. What are you doing all the way over here?" Duck wondered, squeezing the water from her long ginger braid.

The puppet winked and responded, "Not allowed to tell; it's a secret, zura!"

Duck frowned. "Oh." It must've been nice to be entrusted with an important secret. "That's ok. I just wanted to know who you belong to so I can help you get home."

Uzura stared at her with wide violet eyes. "You will help me find my friends, zura?"

"Of course!" said Duck. Now that her limbs had had a chance to rest, she stood up and motioned for Uzura to follow. "It's getting late now, but tomorrow we can start looking." She headed for her dorm.

Uzura bounced happily after Duck, beating on her toy drum.


I haven't been writing fanfiction in a while, so forgive me if I'm a little rusty. I should also note that not everything from the movie is going to have a PT counterpart, that includes characters and scenes. Reviews are much appreciated, but flames will not be tolerated. This won't be a very long story and I plan on updating every Monday, so be sure to check back!