The lake was a quiet and peaceful place for most. For some kids, it was a hangout. For couples, it was a date. For the princess and her knight, a duck and a writer, it was their ending. The story ended in the town but Ahiru and Fakir ended their story at the lake. After the battle, after the knight's promise, the two lived in a cottage near the house for a year. After that…

Fakir sat down, quill in hand and deep in thought. He looked at his friend who was swimming in the lake. Normally, a friend would be crazy to swim with this chilly weather. But his friend, Ahiru, wasn't crazy. She was a duck. The two always had a daily routine. Fakir would get up and work at the academy as an assistant instructor while Ahiru did her survival necessities for a duck. After, the two would meet up and Fakir would write, occasionally looking at Ahiru.

The two enjoyed their lives, though they both missed one thing. Ahiru used to be human and those two deeply missed her like that. No matter what they were thinking, Ahiru's human form would pop into one of their heads. Fakir had tried to write a story, but it never got passed the first sentence. That would change one day.

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The next day, Fakir decided to try her story again. He put his quill down and words flew out. He looked from quill to Ahiru, spotting a glow where the duck once was. The glow change into a huge flash of light and a girl was there. Fakir, too excited to speak, lifted his hand until he realized that he was still writing. Ahiru waved to him and started to run but before she reached the dock, three wolves appeared. She couldn't get any words out except the only word that she had been able to say for a year.

"Quack!"

The beautiful girl shrunk to a yellow duck. Shocked, the wolves backed off but only to step forward again, this time with a threatening growl. One of the wolves jumped onto Ahiru. The other two helped as Fakir sat there, unable to remove his hand from the paper. He could only sit there, watching his dear friend die.

After several moments, the wolves just backed off and walked away like nothing happened. At the same moment, Fakir heard a laugh from somewhere as his hand dropped the quill. He ran toward Ahiru to find a body that barely resembled hers. He stood there, feeling nothing as he held the body in his hands. The words struck him.

Ahiru was dead.

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Mytho and Rue had decided to surprise Fakir and Ahiru by visiting them. They reached the cottage and saw that it looked like it needed some work. When they knocked, no one answered.

"You think Fakir still lives here?" Mytho searched the inside of the house as he spoke. Rue looked as well, replying to her fiancée.

"He wouldn't leave Ahiru like that.

"But we haven't found Ahiru either." The two had decided to search outside for a clue where the two could be.

Mytho sighed. "Maybe Ahiru is a girl again and they are at the academy. It is early."

Rue shook her head and started to sob. "I don't know what happened but I think we found Ahiru." She pointed to an inscribed gravestone with the date of death and Ahiru's name. Mytho gasped and started to cry for his friend. He could only mutter. "Fakir where are you?"

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Mytho and Rue decided to spend the night in the cottage, waiting to see if Fakir returned. After no avail, the two went to pay their respects before they left. As the two turned to ward the mound where the grave was placed, they saw a girl with salmon hair look at the gravestone. She wore nothing which would usually make Mytho turn if it wasn't for the girl. She turned around and spoke quietly and had a confused tone.

"Where is Fakir?"

Sorry that there aren't many words but i will continue this so this is mostly a prologue of the main event.