Act 1~Akt 1—Thus He Writes

Fakir's POV

"Uhh, damn it! Another dream. But in actuality, it was a memory."

I keep dreaming about the old times when we were all together and we were all able to . . . to be happy. How is it now that I cannot stop thinking about . . . about her? Her smile, her big bright, goofy looking eyes, and that clumsiness; pfft, it's almost pitiful to think about how she'd always find a way to get into trouble. And, and I think . . . I think . . .

"Yes, perhaps, it is time that I find a way to bring her back. What do you say Duck? Would you like to be a girl again?"

"Quack!"

"Hmm, then I guess I'd better get some paper and a pen with ink."

"Quack quack!"

"Hmm, so enthusiastic are we? Well that's the spirit we need in order to get the job done."

Well, let's get started then, where should I begin? So much has happened since then; it's been nearly a year. Rue and Mytho, or Prince Siegfried rather, have returned to the book, the Crow was defeated, and Duck went back to being a duck. I have given up ballet due to the fact that there is no longer anyone I've needed to protect. I have made sure to continue to look after Duck, Caron, and the shop. I have decided to pursue writing, but only to keep my gift, I don't desire to change the lives of others, and I refuse to be like Drosselmeyer.

"Well, here goes everything."

Once upon a time, there was a small town; it was simple, nothing special about it. Except that stories became reality, that is until a famous story came true, and eventually came to an end, to which made everything go back to the way it was. Which made everyone very happy, everyone, but a duck, who would often recall the days of old. Those days were full of precious times where she had people all around her, she'd hear laughter and would even laugh herself, but she found that she was very happy for the prince who found his lost princess. This duck would see them dance and smile at one another, at times when she was very lonely, she would try and make her friend read a book to her. She loved to hear about how the prince and princess danced with great joy and happiness. She was so happy for them, but she wished, she wished that she had such an ending. She wished that she could have told her prince how much she truly loved him, but she knew that it was not she that was deemed to end up with the prince. She wanted to make the prince smile, and she did; by restoring his heart, yet she still felt the feeling of sorrow and sadness. She desired to have discussions with people, she wanted to laugh and cry with others, she wanted to be understood. And there was one that desired the same as she did; he missed having her around him, making him smile. But he knew it was selfish to have her return to a girl for his own pure pleasure, though he knew that he'd have to grant her wishes. With the way she looked at him, those eyes that gleamed at him, they begged him, day in and day out.

This story is a story written solely for her, because he two wished that she'd return to the way she was, so that they could be together again. So, there is a lake, far from that small town. It was said to be a magic lake that granted people's truest desires, only to those, however, that wanted and dreamed of wholesome, and pure dreams. Thus, we find a small duck, following the breadcrumbs that were set in a trail in order to lead her outside the town. Once at the lake's edge, she looked out at the lake and thought,

"Gee, I never noticed this lake before. Has it always been here? Well, the water looks nice. I guess going for a swim sounds like a good ides."

Thus she stepped forward and put one webbed-foot into the lukewarm water. She smiled, and entered the water, she swan about and enjoyed herself. Though, she felt slightly strange, she felt as if she could ask for anything on that lake. She smiled to herself, and recalled old memories again.

"Hmm, I miss everyone, I wish I could . . . I wish I could be . . . I wish I could be like I was a girl again. I want to smile again, I want to laugh with my friends again, and I want to continue to dance. I know that Mytho and Rue have returned to the story and that they are happy, but I wish I could speak to Fakir again. I miss our conversations, and how we would fight, but end up being friends again."

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared and she felt her body transform. She felt her wings being stretched out, and formed arms; fingers stretching out, as her webbed-feet transformed into feet, long lean clumsy legs came about. And her petite yet toned formed, and she felt her lungs fill as her soft pink lips smiled as her pearly white teeth shone. Her long orange-red colored hair formed in a braid whipped about. Thus, she was a girl; the last thing to appear was a soft cotton dress and white ballet shoes, without ribbons and without a point. She was a normal girl again, with bright shining blue eyes and long black eyelashes. She walked on the water and stepped off the lake and onto the soft grass, as she looked up, she said.

"Well, it looks like you did it Fakir. I'll be heading home soon."

And she did, she walked home as he was waiting for her, a friend that had been longing to see her for a very long time.