Vignette Seventeen:
It was not King Mytho that was standing there, neither was it Prince Mytho or Hearless Mytho. No. The one whom stood in the place of their hero was none other than Raven Mytho!
All those gathered simply gawked at the re-appearance of the former villain. All except Hoffnung, who laughed mirthlessly.
"You really think you can stop me?" He teased. "All you really did was just change your clothes! 'Oh no! He's wearing all black! Ah!'" He laughed again.
"Joke if you wish." Raven Mytho was the picture of calm composure.
"Enough." His eyes fell on our favorite ballerina superhero. "Princess Tutu, return those shards to him right now so that I can finally feast on his heart." He ordered.
"Don't do it, Ahiru!" Rue placed a restraining hand on her friend's shoulder.
"I'm not." The pink Princess soothed.
"Enough of this." Mytho placed himself between Hoffnung and the assembled entourage. "Kneel before your King and receive your punishment."
"No." The ebony feathered Prince summoned his dark sword. "You'll have to beat me into submission."
"If need be." The Raven King summoned the two white swans that formed his sword. As the blade formed in his hand it shifted and contorted, the two swans that formed the hilt twisting into cruel looking crows.
Ahiru gasped. "Mytho's sword just…"
"I know, I saw." Fakir put an arm around her shoulders. "We just have to see how this plays out."
"Mytho! Don't hurt Hoff-chan!" Rue called to her husband.
Autor slunk over to stand by Fakir, clutching the torn remnants of his shirt and jacket close to his chest.
"I wanna stand over here by you." He said. "Where it's safer."
The others paid him no mind. Their full attention was focused on the dark combatants before them.
The dark swords clashed with an epic clang. Sparks flew from the crossed blades, a physical manifestation of the fire of their conviction.
"You can't beat me, Hoff-chan." Mytho informed his rebellious son.
"I'm younger than you!" Countered the dark Prince. "I'm stronger than you!"
The monarch's only response was an exasperated sigh.
Their blades met again with another ear piercing clang ringing through the thick fog. The two pulled away and charged again, hoping to inflict some small amount of damage first.
Hoffnung swung low, hopping to cut Mytho at the thigh. The white haired Raven King saw it coming and blocked accordingly then swung an attack of his own at the boy's shoulder that was likewise blocked.
"Stop it!" Rue shouted from the sidelines. "Don't hurt each other!"
The two ignored her please, their fight taking them farther and farther away from the assembled chorus and deeper into the fog. They didn't notice this, however, and disappeared behind the ethereal barrier of the cloud back.
"Ack! They disappeared!" Princess Tutu exclaimed.
Good riddance. Autor would never say that out loud, but he thought it with all his heart at that moment. He wanted to comfort Rue but she ran up to where her husband and son had disappeared before he had the chance.
"We have to follow them!" She stated.
"Of course, Rue-chan!" Princess Tutu nanced over to her friend.
"Right." Fakir agreed. He grabbed Autor and pulled him along with the rest of the group. "You're coming to. I've got some things to ask you."
The quartet left in pursuit of the duo.
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A few minuets into their jog Autor stopped them.
"Hold on. Fakir, where's your ledger?"
The writer looked down at his empty hands, then back up at the musician.
"You're coming with me." He grabbed onto the torn tatters of Autor's shirt. "I'm not letting you out of my sight for a second."
He dragged the boy away, leaving the Princess and Queen to follow the battling Ravens alone.
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The above-mentioned Ravens battled furiously in the thick of the trees. Neither would give in to the other and they were evenly matched. It seemed like this fic would never end! (Moaned the author as she wondered why she'd even started writing in the first place.)
Then Mytho turned the tables.
Summoning crow-costumed minions from the very mist that surrounded them, he boxed Hoffnung in.
"What are you doing, you fools!?" The ebony prince wailed. "I am your Prince! You can't do this to me!"
"And I am their king." Mytho stated flatly. "And I say they can and will."
Hoffnung's sword was forced from his hand. The crow-costumed minions held his arms and forced him to kneel before the King.
It was then that the women arrived.
"Mytho! Hoff-chan!" They let out twin exclamations.
"Ah, Princess Tutu." The King of the Raven's greeted her, ignoring his wife's presents for the moment. "Just the woman I wanted to see."
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Fakir, ledger with quill and ink in hand, practically flew back to where he'd last parted with Princess Tutu and Rue. Autor half heartedly trailed behind him.
The writer paused to get his bearings, and then turned at the faint sound of voices.
"Ah, Princess Tutu. Just the woman I wanted to see."
He ran off in the direction of Mytho's voice.
"There's something I need you for."
Fakir arrived just in time to see Raven Mytho, with Hoffnung on his knees behind him, lift his sword and slash across Princess Tutu's chest with one, single long stroke.
Fin for now…
(A/N: Next chapter will be the last. I promis!)
Thanx:
(Instead of thanks I'm going to give an apology. I'm sorry for taking so long to update after I promised to finish this story. I have recently become obsessed with that new Kung Fu Panda movie and found myself writing a fan fiction for it instead of Tutu.
And to Jishinibaka-chan the reason why there isn't allot of fluff in my story is that I'm terrible at writing fluff. For that, to, I am sorry.)