Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Duck
Summary: Numbah 4! Okay, not really, but he is pretty cool. This is the fourth installment in the themes, one of the more interesting ones, I believe. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: Emo face… I don't own Princess Tutu…
A/N: This was written while I was listening to My Chemical Romance, so like… if it sounds a little emo, sorry? Can't say much else about it…
Beginning
Doubt, regrets, faults--- turned to hope, faith and the most important of all…love.
Darkness reigned in this land. It had taken over the entire world, created its own story and then left without a trace just as quickly as it had come. The battle had been terrible and long. The world had been consumed in the grip of evil and it had destroyed countless lives. Only when it was over did the hope reappear.
She was hope. If Ahiru had ever been given the wrong name, it was the fact that her name literally meant "duck", when it would have been better if she had been called "hope" or "beauty." That's how everyone saw her, beautiful, brave and strong. She had brought the city out of the darkness and restored peace without even a thought of herself.
Fakir had always admired that, though he would not have been the first to admit that he had ever admired her before. When they had first met, they were strangers, distant figures brought together through a twisted and endless story of pain and anguish in which they played their parts.
Had she decided that she would not follow a dark story that would only end in pain and sadness did the characters of the story begin to change and become what they truly were. When Fakir thought he was to die, he was given the chance to live. When Mytho was told that he would never be able to save his princess, he was given the power to continue on. When Rue was stripped of her humanity, she found her love once again.
Through the power of a young girl, these characters found their hope and faith in their own destines, not the destinies they were assigned to follow in accordance to a storyteller.
Fakir and Ahiru were able to find themselves among the ashes of their destined lives and rebuild a new world. A place where there was a "happily ever after" and a life beyond the story.
Doubt, regrets, faults--- turned to hope, faith and the most important of all… love. It was when they knew they were to forever give their lives for their own stories, did he know he loved her, loved her more than the world itself. Fakir would have rather spent his life alone talking to a duck than he would have ever left her side, not for all the beauty in the world. Their dance proved his love for her and she accepted it as her own, returning it as well she could. Ahiru was a duck, hope her own weapon against the darkness, but it was enough to save the world, enough to make the Prince continue on, the Knight to finish his story, the Princess to stop her sad dance.
The story of the fight for their love and for peace never ends, but now is only at its very beginning.
-A little more about everyone involved, and I was actually rooting for Mytho/Rue, so I wasn't too worried about writing about them too. Thanks for reading!
Invader Hog