Ahiru's Story: Part 1/?
It seems like there’s a lot of different sorts of people here in Paixao…and not everything works in their worlds the same that it does in my world. This doesn’t totally surprise me-there were a lot of things in my town that were different from the rest of my world until recently. But it seems like some people are sort of confused about some things, particularly my friend Ahiru.
Well, you see, I’m a writer…and I left my notebook at home. I’d really like to not get out of the habit of writing, so I think I’ll use this ‘journal’ to help practice my writing…as well as tell you a little bit more about myself and my friends.
I have a story to tell you. It’s about a girl named Ahiru.
Once upon a time, long before Ahiru or I was even born, there lived a man named Drosselmeyer. Drosselmeyer was writing a story called The Prince and the Raven, possibly his greatest story. However, before he could complete the story, Drosselmeyer died.
The Prince and the Raven were locked in a never-ending battle, trapped within the uncompleted story. “I’m growing tired of this,” said the Raven.
“I, too, am growing tired,” said the Prince.
So, the Raven decided he would escape from the story, with the Prince in pursuit. The battle between the Raven and the Prince spilled out into the Drosselmeyer’s town, and the story took it over. Fearing for the lives of the people in the town, the Prince used a forbidden spell known only to him to take out his heart and shattered it, sealing the Raven away.
That town, Kinkan town, was controlled by the story from that day forward. The impossible was possible, magic was everyday, and a duck could have a wish.
And so, when a little yellow duck saw the heartless prince dancing by himself, and saw his sad eyes, she had a wish to herself. “I wish I could help the prince smile,” she said to herself.
“Really?” said Drosselmeyer, who wasn’t quite as dead as you would imagine. “You’d like to help the prince? Well then, I’ll let you.” The main reached out and put a necklace around her neck. The pendant glowed red, the duck’s wings became arms, the webbed feet grew into human legs, and the yellow feathers became a long braid of pink hair.
That duck became a girl, and her name was Ahiru.
I suppose that’s enough for now…it’s a long story. It’ll probably take several days to tell you.
If you’re wondering where I come into the story…well, that’ll be a bit later.
I’ll try to have more in this journal than JUST stories, too. I can’t promise I’ll be as informative as some people, although I might be. Depends on if there’s a library in this place.
Well, you see, I’m a writer…and I left my notebook at home. I’d really like to not get out of the habit of writing, so I think I’ll use this ‘journal’ to help practice my writing…as well as tell you a little bit more about myself and my friends.
I have a story to tell you. It’s about a girl named Ahiru.
Once upon a time, long before Ahiru or I was even born, there lived a man named Drosselmeyer. Drosselmeyer was writing a story called The Prince and the Raven, possibly his greatest story. However, before he could complete the story, Drosselmeyer died.
The Prince and the Raven were locked in a never-ending battle, trapped within the uncompleted story. “I’m growing tired of this,” said the Raven.
“I, too, am growing tired,” said the Prince.
So, the Raven decided he would escape from the story, with the Prince in pursuit. The battle between the Raven and the Prince spilled out into the Drosselmeyer’s town, and the story took it over. Fearing for the lives of the people in the town, the Prince used a forbidden spell known only to him to take out his heart and shattered it, sealing the Raven away.
That town, Kinkan town, was controlled by the story from that day forward. The impossible was possible, magic was everyday, and a duck could have a wish.
And so, when a little yellow duck saw the heartless prince dancing by himself, and saw his sad eyes, she had a wish to herself. “I wish I could help the prince smile,” she said to herself.
“Really?” said Drosselmeyer, who wasn’t quite as dead as you would imagine. “You’d like to help the prince? Well then, I’ll let you.” The main reached out and put a necklace around her neck. The pendant glowed red, the duck’s wings became arms, the webbed feet grew into human legs, and the yellow feathers became a long braid of pink hair.
That duck became a girl, and her name was Ahiru.
I suppose that’s enough for now…it’s a long story. It’ll probably take several days to tell you.
If you’re wondering where I come into the story…well, that’ll be a bit later.
I’ll try to have more in this journal than JUST stories, too. I can’t promise I’ll be as informative as some people, although I might be. Depends on if there’s a library in this place.