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[MsDevin92]

Just a short little thing I wrote after finding out the real story of the Little Mermaid. Apparently, when Ariel gave up her voice in the original fairy tale, she danced for the prince to compensate for her lack of singing. The prince was studying side-by-side with a temple girl, who later turned out to be the princess while she was getting her education. He realized he loved her all along, and the mermaid died unhappy. Sound familiar?

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Once upon a time, there was a little mermaid.
The mermaid, having fallen in love with a graceful prince, struck a deal with a witch and suffered horrific torment just to dance before her love on land.
But just when it seemed that their love would blossom, fulfilling her life and setting the mermaid free from all bonds of misery, the prince was announced to be betrothed to another princess. He at first refused, but upon meeting the princess, became charmed and swore his love to her.
Brokenhearted, the mermaid threw herself into the sea and dissolved into foam, her love scorned and her spirit gone...

It hurt.
Ahiru always knew the day would come. There had been that little glimmer of hope, the moment of amazed joy that obscured it all and let her live in the glorious moment, but she knew it would come. She'd go to tell Mytho how she felt, and she'd disappear. That was Princess Tutu's fate, and the only way to bring Mytho's tempest world true peace was the close the story.
Ahiru always knew Mytho looked good with Rue. They were both so deep, so complex, so tortured and yet so beautiful. She'd never know a beauty like that. She was naive, she was clumsy, she was the little duck who had clambered out of the lake and sold her heart to an owl-eyed old ghost for a necklace just to die in a gesture of love. She would have a quick fate, to go out in a sparkle. But Rue had suffered, long and hard, through having the Raven as her 'father'. And she'd only thought of Mytho the whole time. So she truly deserved him.
But Ahiru never stopped to think that her passing as the Princess wouldn't be so quick, that she'd still have to watch the aftereffects. She only told herself she'd be happy when it was all over, happy for her friends.
And she was happy. In a way.
But it hurt.
It hurt that the word on Mytho's lips when she handed over her necklace was 'Rue'; not 'Tutu', not even 'Ahiru'. It hurt to look up from the horde of ravens and see the two of them flying up into the sky together, surrounded by flower petals, their hands clasped around the heart-shaped hilt of Mytho's sword, holding each other so securely and lovingly.
And it hurt to sit there in Fakir's bandaged and bloody hand, to feel the tears well up in her eyes, and to watch as they pulled each other close and their lips met in the whirl of white feathers.
She...She hadn't even gotten a kiss...
It hurt.
And the first thing she did when Fakir took her back in the lake was throw herself in the water, where he couldn't see her tears, and forlornly watch the silhouette of their swan-drawn carriage soar off into the sky like a shooting star, the one that took flight on the ashes of her broken wish.

[Dark Prognosticus]

Sad. D= But good.

So do you think Princess Tutu is based off the basis of the Little Mermaid?

[MsDevin92]