So I'm trying something new here. I have always been a fan of this anime so I figured that I would try my hand at making my own ending for it. So read enjoy and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters
Update: If anyone who reads this story and also reads stuff on Wattpad please don't freak if you see it there. I have also posted it there under the name of Snowlands - so yes, i know it's there.
Words have always come easy to me. It used to get me in trouble but now that I have learned how to deal with my gift. One of the first times I used my gift I unleashed a deadly flock of ravens. On that day I vowed to never write again so that no one would get hurt. That day I also became the knight that would serve and protect the prince who had no heart or emotions. For years this worked until a girl who called herself "princess tutu" started trying to get the princes heart back. We fought for a while until I realized two things. First was that she was the same person as this annoying and clumsy girl in my ballet class and second was that we wanted the same thing and the only way to get it was to work together. At first it was nothing more than a shared quest but as time wore on and the end of our story neared we got closer and closer. In that time I found that my goal had changed from protecting the prince to protecting her. She saved me and I saved her, in more ways than one. Yet through all of the time we spent trying to save the prince I could only ever write her story. When the feathers hit the fan and we had to fight the raven she was so strong, even as I held her small broken body she was radiating with strength. She was my rock. She was my little rock when the prince left with his love and when the town was freed from the tragedy that my grandfather had wrote it into. Life then went on without us. Everyone going on to live their own lives free from the story and sadness that had controlled them for so long. Free from the endless tragedy. Then there was us the writer and the duck. If you looked you would see us in the same place as always. Me sitting on the dock fishing with a pad of paper in my lap while watching a small yellow duck swim carelessly around the dock. I sit out here every day hoping that one day the words that had once so freely flowed on to the page will return and bring her back to me. One day I got just what I wished for and this is what happened:
Like always I was sitting on the dock watching Ahiru when for the first time in months I was struck with inspiration, my pen flew over the paper so fast that I couldn't process the words as I wrote. The world went on without me as I got lost in my work, the only thing that snapped me out of my trance was the soft quacking of Ahiru as she tried to let me know that the sun had set and it was time to go home. I scooped her up and read over my story as we walked home in the fading light. As I read I struggled to understand who I had written this about but I knew that I would be able to keep going on it again tomorrow. I tucked Ahriu in and after turning out the light and closing my eyes I could have sworn that I felt someone climb into bed with me but for some reason I couldn't move to check, before I could ponder it more I fell asleep. The next morning when I awoke the first thing on my mind was my visitor but when I rolled over there was no one there, I stared at the other side of my bed intently as I tried to figure out what I had felt last night.
"Quack?" I jumped out of bed in fright as Ahiru jumped into the spot I was staring and quacked at me. "Quack!" She exclaimed as she rushed across the bed and looked down at me in curiosity.
"I'm fine, you just startled me. Why are you up? You usually aren't up before me."
"Quack quack quack quack."
"I promise not to worry you again, I'm sorry that I upset you last night." I apologized as I stood up to finally get changed. I no longer found it odd to be speaking to her like that, to me each little sound she makes is just as expressive as any words that someone could say. Yes, some people think I'm crazy because I talk to a duck but I really don't care they have no idea what we have gone through together.
Once I had cleaned up I scooped Ahiru up and headed for the dock. I sat down and let my quill flay over the paper again but this sudden rush of inspiration only lasted a few hours before I became hopelessly stuck, I ran my hand through my hair in exasperation. Why had this story just stopped as suddenly as it had come? I pondered that question for the rest of the day and once night rolled back in I stored the story away until that inspiration came back. I put out the lights and laid down, just as I started to drift off I once more felt someone climb into bed with me. I found myself unable to move again and before I could ponder it more I was fast asleep. I awoke after the sun had risen and looked around only to find and empty bed and Ahiru looking at me with wide eyes from her nest.
"Did you see anyone come in here last night?"
Ahiru shook her head and I sighed, maybe I'm just imagining things. I tried to not think about my visitor for the rest of the day but by the time night fell I had a plan to see who was sneaking into my room. After I tucked Ahiru in I laid down and set a lit lantern next to my bed – tonight I would see who was joining me. As the time wore on I found myself unable to stay awake, my eyes closed and I could feel the heat from my lantern cease just as someone climbed into my bed next to me.
Over the next week I tried a multitude of different things to figure out who this person was but each and every thing failed. As time wore on I just accepted the presence. Moths passed in comfortable silence between me and my guest. One night I could feel the other person shivering next to me I didn't dare move closer but I knew that I needed to help. So the next night I placed one of my clean shirts out and laid down. As I laid thee I could hear the person slide the shirt on and let out a content sigh before slipping under the covers. I was pleased that they didn't shiver at all during the night.
When I woke the next morning I asked Ahiru if she had seen anyone and like usual she shook her head but there was my shirt folded on the bed right where I had left it. I left the shirt there for my guest and every night before the climbed into bed I could hear them put the shirt on. After nearly a week I decided to wash the shirt and as I picked it up I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. I stopped and pressed the shirt to my nose to be sure that it wasn't just a fluke and indeed I smelled the same achingly familiar scent. That day I went into the town with the hope of finding something that might help me figure out who my guest was. At one of the newer shops I found a well encased lantern that promised to stay lit in even the harshest winds and a striker that could light anything, armed with my new tools that night I went to bed both fearful and excited.
When the figure put on my shirt and laid down my hand went under the bed and felt for the striker but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to pull it out and light the lantern. I fought for the next few nights with my emotions before finally on the third night I lit the lantern and rolled over to see who was sleeping in my bed.