Chapter 2:
Fakir peered into the window making sure nobody was awake and slowly opened it. He had one leg in when he heard a loud "Quack!" One of his roommates, John, sprung awake.
"Fakir what the hell are you doing?" he said groping for his glasses on his bedside table. "do you have any idea what time it is?"
But Fakir didn't reply he was staring at Ahiru who had changed back into a duck and was running in frantic circles.
"Fakir!" John repeated annoyed, "shut that window its cold outside!" by this time his other two roommates had woken up and were staring at Fakir.
"What's that sound?" asked Phil trying to see if something was behind Fakir.
Ahiru stopped circling and clamped her wings over her beak.
"Oi, Fakir, answer me!" john was now approaching Fakir. "What's that?" He asked seeing the lump in his shirt on the ground. He began to reach for it when Fakir suddenly scooped it up and ran.
"What is this?" Fakir wondered, "Why is she a duck now?"
He had run no more the a couple meters into the forest when Ahiru suddenly became heavy. Not expecting this he fell over. He saw that Ahiru had changed back into a human! Realizing she was naked, he ran over behind a tree his face bright red.
"Fakir?" Ahiru called "what happened?" she walked over to the tree and sat down next to him.
Fakir shook his head, "I don't know, it seems as though my magic isn't as strong as it used to be."
"Congratulations!" crackled an old voice, a familiar voice. The whole world seemed to freeze and go dark right before their eyes.
"Drosselmeyer!" they cried out in unison.
"Correct! Now then Fakir that you for this story, but it seems rather bland." He said a disappointed look on his crazy face. "Where is the excitement? The twists? The despair? No wonder its so weak!"
"Weak?" Fakir asked glaring at him, "what do you mean?"
"This story has no plot. It's impossible for it to sustain itself very long." He snapped his fingers and an hour glass appeared, half of the sand had already slipped through, "hmm doesn't seem like you have much time, Fakir. Would you rather I write it?"
"Never!" he said his glare intensifying.
"Scaaaaaary!" Drosselmeyer grinned and faded away.
"Fakir what will happen to me if the sand runs out?" Ahiru said her voice small, her eyes full of worry.
Fakir shook his head, "I don't know…" He suddenly heard a familiar drum pounding away, the sound was coming closer.
"Zura!" cried a small child's voice from the bushes. Then out came a little girl with a snare drum suspended from straps across her chest. The girl had white skin with a hint of green, green hair, and dark blue eyes.
"Ahiru!" cried the child who ran over and hugged her.
"Uzura-chan!" Ahiru said happily.
"Why are you here?" Fakir asked not expecting a useful answer
"Drosselmeyer said that it would be fun and there's something to help you- zura." She said letting go of Ahiru and tapping one her drum. She began to walk into the forest the pace of her drumming mirroring that of her steps. Ahiru and Fakir followed after her. They had walked for some time till they came to a small wooden cottage. Uzura stopped drumming and ran up and knocked the door. The door opened and there stood a pretty girl with olive skin like fakirs and light brown hair.
"Fakir!" the girl exclaimed and ran over and hugged him "its been so long! I heard you're writing again, do you have any new stories?" she peered over his shoulder and saw Ahiru, "who's this? Oh, is she you're girlfriend?"
Both Ahiru and Fakir's face went red, "n-no I'm just his/her friend!" exclaimed Ahiru and Fakir in unison.
"Mmm-hmmm, yeah, sure" the girl said with a sarcastic tone and a smug look on her face.
"Erika!" Fakir said hastily trying to get away from the subject.
"Oh yeah I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Erika, Fakir's cousin."