Never Was There a Tale of More Woe
Prologue
Ahiru – Bold Underlined
Mytho – Bold Italics
Fakir – Italics Underlined
Story Speak – Italics
Disclaimer – I do not own Princess Tutu.
Ahiru's hair fell out of its braid in crimson waves down her back.
"I want to make her my princess, Please Tutu…"
Blank. She couldn't hear a thing…Rue-chan…Mytho…Princess?
"Lies!!"
Ravens flew off from their perches startled by the sudden scream. Ahiru stood their blood dripping on to her white tutu from her eyes. The prince stepped back as the Monster Raven cawed his laughter.
"Tutu…betraying the-"
"Shut up!!"
The ravens red eyes flashed with rage, his scream filled the night, suddenly the people that had become ravens were cawing and flapping their wings filling the darkness with blacker than night feathers. The prince was frozen with fear.
"Tu…tu…"
Blood, thick and dark surrounded Ahiru, her white tutu becoming crimson, her toe shoes a thorny black, her hair like fire flowed around her face and her crown…her crown shattered in half to form a beautiful blood red tiara with white jewels. She spun in a slow circle a black bow lay at her lower middle back, her leg raised up behind her as she bowed forward her hands coming together her fingers curled inward as she lowered herself until her hands nearly touched the earth.
"Tutu!"
"Tutu?"
She rose slowly from her pose a dark smile on her face.
"There is no Tutu here."
The monster Raven's big black wings flared across the sky and red lightening crackled, she turned slowly glowing black pools of nothing stared at the raven.
"Noisy. I'll dispose of you now."
Black hair fell in soft waves around a beautiful face hidden in the shadows, a hand moved rapidly across pure white paper, the quill with a red feather and a fox charm attached to it scribbled heavily along the page a soft mouth moved and words like silk spilled out.
"Tutu, engulfed in her sorrow and her rage took upon the betrayal pose that brought tears to the Prince's eyes, her body moved in violent jerks and jeering glides as she danced, so bitter was the former protector of the Prince at being cast aside she'd been granted a new persona, a new way to express herself. Her red tutu flared around her as a fan appeared in her hand lined with razor blades. She glided through the air carried by violets the flowers of death lined with thorns towards the great Raven. With little more than a swing her power bathed the raven in blood so pure the great beast became nothing more than ashes. With the raven out of the way Tutu turned and said…"
"Now that that monster is out of the way…"
She glided towards the ground her body spinning like a blood drop towards the ground her fiery hair flowing about her face.
"R-Rue…RUE!!"
With a shocked face Ahiru turned in time for Rue's body to fall straight in to her arms. She landed on the ground her feet flipped and pressing together her knees bent, perfect and graceful. She stared at the body in her arms, claws dragged against her flesh as she clutched this wretched girl close. Because of her existence…Mytho…Mytho was! She threw her head back and the scream that left her lips was…
"That of a four legged creature that was much like the wolf though cunning…cunning smarter and moved on the higher intelligent features that were famous to humans, a beast that was superior in looks and ability. She cried with the wail of a fox."
The pale hand stopped writing as beautiful violet eyes surveyed the work, a soft laugh echoed from her pale lips, the hidden figure rose from her wooden chair holding the notebook to her chest.
"That's all for now Ahiru-chan…Return to who you are."
Ahiru crumpled to her knees like a puppet whose strings had been cut; she sat on her knees her body bent in perfect mimicry to that of a puppet. Rue lay just before her, her pale blue eyes slowly closed to the sounds of Fakir and Mytho's feet running towards them.