Akt 1. Prologue ~ Arabische Nächte
(DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PRINCESS TUTU OR ALADDIN, NOR DO I CLAIM TO! NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT!)
Once upon a time, there was a peasant boy and a princess. The boy was poor, living on the streets for scraps, and longed for a life of peace and prosperity. The princess lived in the lap of luxury, receiving anything her heart desired, but longed for freedom and excitement in the world outside of the palace walls she was confined to. The boy was bound by the laws of theft and dodged the guards regularly for stolen bread. The girl was bound by her lawful obligation to fulfill her royal duties by marrying someone of royal blood when she became of age. Laws exist to keep order and tradition. But are laws made to be broken, especially if they do more harm to others than justice?
Once upon a time, there lived a man with a gift for stories. The man had power that equally rivaled the King he had worked under, the Sultan of Agrabah, and was charged with entertaining him and being his royal counsel. However, the man constantly craved more power and began to fall into the dark magic. He sought out a mysterious, enchanted cave that was suppose to hold powers and riches beyond his wildest dreams.
However, this story is not about him. It is about a princess and a peasant boy, and how the actions of one cruel and power hungry man caused the two to meet. But then again, all story members are the same when it comes to the misdealings and adventures under the Arabian night sky...
An old man rode on a mechanical looking horse under the desert night sky. The multicolored feathers on his dark, Arabic turban swayed in the dusty wind, sand occasionally flicking into his face from the "dry wave" sand dunes.
"Hmmm, not good at all. Not good at all." he muttered to himself. "I've tried time and time again to crack this cave open, but it either refuses or collapses on anyone I send into it."
As he muttered bitterly, a small black bird flew onto his shoulder. A crow with inky black feathers and soft crimson eyes. Gradually, the bird's feathers molted and blew away in the breeze, revealing the bird to be a small primadona ballet dancer with brownish, black hair and a feather-like cowlick antennae. Her feathers had melted away into what appeared to be a harem girl's outfit of sorts, her revealing, black Arabic outfit cloaked with see-through silk ribbons and a pair of black, curling shoes.
"Why don't you just grab another petty servant or thief from the marketplace, perhaps with your powers?" his assistance, Kraehe, replied. "I'm sure many fools would sacrifice their lives for any fool-hardy promise you give them for untold riches, willingly or not."
"No, no, no. I've already done that. As beautifully tragic as it is-" the man sighed wistfully. "-the cave will not let just anyone in. It has to be a person who has shining qualities. A knight, as such, maybe..." It was then that he was overcome with realization and grew a grin that quickly spread manically over his face. He began cackling loudly and triumphantly.
"Ah ha! Yes! Oh yes! This is splendid. Just splendid. Why didn't I think of this before?! I'll send one of my characters into the cave. If they can retrieve the object I so desire, I will finally be granted power once again. If they die, I would have already killed two birds with one stone. And maybe even a little duck..."~