Summary: "Fakir! What's going on?" "Ahiru!" "That was once three forms in one, shall return to conquer evil again, through trials of time, and test of self, may she remain in one."

Disclaimer: ...You know what I'm going to say, so, I'm going to force Drosselmeyer to say it!

Drosselmeyer: SweetSoul3155 does not own Princess Tutu, only the plot. Can I PLEASE BE APART OF THIS STORY! I don't even CARE if it's not a tragety! PLEASE!

Author: ...Maybe, I'll think about it, *Light Bulb* OH! Hehehe, plot idea, STAY TUNED!

It has been a three months since the story of The Prince and the Raven came to its conclusion. The animal went back to normal, the humans lost all memories having to do with the story, and Mytho and Rue left to their kingdom. Ahiru stayed with Fakir in Charon's house, so he visited often. Charon, though completely confused at his son's infatuation with this duck, allowed him to keep it. It was on this particular day that Fakir was going crazy, wanting so badly to write a happy ending for Ahiru, the one who deserves it the most.

~ Fakir's Prov. ~

Staring intently at the paper, you bring your quill on it but couldn't go any further. An ink spot grew on the page as you struggled inside yourself. 'Ahiru, I'd written her story before, so why couldn't I now?' you thought, 'The promise,' your mind reminded you. 'Let's go back to being our true selves,' Scoffing, you now felt helpless to break your promise to her.

Gazing to your left, you see Ahiru lying in a basket full of blankets. Soft, small, and beautiful, she slept in her dream world. You felt the sadness in you grow, missing the annoyingly persistent voice of the girl the duck once was, 'Ahiru,' you clench your fist tighter around your quill.

Ahiru stirred and opened her eyes, revealing surprisingly deep blue crystals as a soft, "Qua?" was directed to you. Forcing a smile, you whisper, "Go back to sleep," Obediently, she did so, returning to her inner subconscious. You take the quill off the ruined paper and scowl. You exit your room and head out the door. You needed to leave now.

~ Ahiru's Prov. ~

You open your eyes as soon as Fakir left the room and gaze sorrowfully at him. 'Oh Fakir, if only you could understand,' you fly down from your nest, folding your wings in as you touch the floor. You waddle down the stairs and through the pet door put in the house. You continue going until you get to the nearby lake and enter it. Staring at your reflection, you can't help but see the two parts of you. The human and Tutu stare in sadness at you as a tear fell down your bill, choking a bit, you begin crying.

The tears were endless, the emotional baggage weighing you down. You floated in the lake alone, and you felt the absolute tiredness of it all. Staring at your other selves, you whack your wing across the surface, destroying the image. You will yourself to stop crying and get off the lake. Fakir had to be worried about you,

'Fakir,' Thinking of him with you forever eased the pain a bit, It made you happy someone would stay with you, but at the same time it tortured you to what you were putting him through as he took care of you day by day.

~ Fakir's Prov. ~

As you take off towards Drosselmeyer's old writing place, something that hadn't happened in a while began. Time stood still as a person in a white cloak approached you. Crystalline eyes stared from under the hood as words floated across the silence. "That was once three forms in one, shall return to conquer evil again, through trials of time, and test of self, may she remain in one." A shudder went down your spine as the mysterious person lifted up a hand, that which held a pendent similar to Tutu's old one. It was an exquisite red curled in golden vines, shining brilliantly. The person sets it in your hand as one last sentence left their lips. "You are no longer worthless," Time started again and you sank to the floor.

Another story has started.