Authors Note: Okay guys, you really need to read this, this chapter contains some disturbing images when you think about it, but it is important to the story in the future. Be warned, and this chapter is also more serious than the other.

(The song now was 'Have Faith In Me – A Day to Remember' Listen to it, it really is inspiration to this.)

Have fun reading!

~ SweetSoul3155

.: Ahiru's Prov. :.

(Read Note)

The suddenly, everything paused; you look around and see everything frozen. Charon still and gawking at where your forms were, Fakir with a flaming red face looking at his father figure. You chewed on your lip and felt a need to go outside the house. You push yourself up and slide free of Fakir's grasp on you and stood. Running out the front door, you look around till you see the bridge nearby, and then ran to it seeing a familiar figure on it. It was Drosselmeyer.

Your hand covered your mouth as if to cover your gasp of surprise. Drosselmeyer turns to you and welcomes, "Ah, my little duck, how are you? It seems you've caught yourself in someone else's story, so I came and dropped by." Still frozen by shock, you could barely process what the cryptic old writer was saying. 'Another…story?' Your eyes widen as you demand, "What do you mean? I-I don't understand, why are you telling me this?" He just smiles and strode closer to you.

As he raised his hand, you shut your eyes, afraid. What you didn't expect was him to pet your head a bit and answer, "Well, my cute ex-puppet, when I saw what was happening, I became enraged that someone would steal MY characters for their story, so I came into the story to tell you, I shall help you escape this possible tragedy. After all, I am still the only one who can mess with you and my adorable grandson. I have every right as your future grandfather-in-law." Your eyes slam open as an intense heat took over your face.

You stare into his grinning face as your jaw drops open. 'WHAT?' Was the only coherent thought running through your mind as you see him grin wider. "Ah, ah, ahhhh, you should really close your mouth, unless you want to catch flies." Embarrassed, you close it, but then give him a scrutiny look, trying to judge if he was telling the truth.

(Gore mention in here.)

You see his face change from amusement to pondering as he outwardly commented, "You know, the story of the Prince and the Raven? It was never meant to end in tragedy. I felt bitter when they sliced my hands off. I died from the blood loss, all of it left my body, and from what they did after, cutting off my dead head, made me especially livid, so I bide my time, waiting for someone like you to come along to exact my revenge on them." Shocked beyond word, you could only stand; electrocuted to stillness as you eyes appraised the dead man in front of you in a new light.

'No one ever asked what happened before, how Drosselmeyer became what he was today.' You thought.

The amusement was back in his eyes, "Well, little Ahiru," He said slowly, "it is time for me to part," A door/clock appeared out of nowhere, the door opened into a swirl of colors, mixing in a shimmering radiance. Before he stepped in, he paused and turned, heading to you, he pulled something out of his robes, and placed it in your hands.

It was a book.

"Write in it if you need to talk to me, it will absorb the ink and I will write back a reply." He added, strode back to the clock, about to enter backwards when he spotted something.

A person in a white cloak.

"AHIRU! RU-" He tried to say, but then the door shut on him and disappeared. The person in the cloak began to walk to you. Time was back to normal, as the water under the bridge began to run again, and you took a step back, then you turned to run away but you saw another person standing two feet from you. Looking back, you see two instead of one cloaked person, same result when looking back to the previous place you planned to escape. You were backed slowly to the middle of the bridge, trapped near the wall of rocks to keep people from falling over the edge.

They had you surrounded.

Closing your eyes in defeat, you trembled in fear.

This was it. They were going to end you, and you couldn't do anything about it.

(Yes, borrowed the idea from Harry Potter, it was genius)

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