Together
She was destined to turn into a speck of light and vanish the instant she spoke of her love. But it was another who confessed her love and saved the prince.
He was destined to fight and be torn in two without saving the one he was fighting for. But he lived on, and became the writer of the story.
Neither could fill the role they had been given, but instead drew closer to each other, as they struggled to find their purpose. He tried to push her away, insisting that her way was not his, and that he had to figure out everything for himself, but yet he was her rock, and so she kept coming back.
But it was her determination, in the end, that kept him going when he was lost. Through her, he could do anything. He felt her, and knew her, in a way no one else could, and in a way he could not feel and know anyone else. He knew her dreams, her love, her feelings, her everything. Her pain was his pain; her hope was his hope.
His voice was what brought her back, when she was lost. His words fueled her, giving her the strength to go on. The pain meant nothing; she could endure it all. But it wasn't for the prince alone, not any longer. This was for everyone—her classmates, the townspeople, the girl who loved the prince, and for the knight who had thought he had lost everything.
He was her strength, and she was his hope.
And when it was all over, he never left her side.
Cursed to turn into a speck of light with the confession of love as a princess, neither could she speak her love as a duck; cursed to die protecting the ones he loved in vain, neither could he transform her back into a human with his pen.
But as she swam around the dock he was sitting at, watching him with her big blue eyes, and as he looked over at her and gave her a gentle smile, both of them knew everything was alright.
Together, they were love.