Revival of the Raven Chap 12
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Revival of the Raven ~Chap. 12
“The Enemy of My Enemy is my Creator”
Author: Hello my faithful fans and reviewers! Sorry about the delay of this chapter, my graduation is approaching and work is coming in so fast! I want to thank everybody who has supported this story and also those who added my story to their ‘story alerts’
Drosselmeyer: *sigh* and just when I got comfortable in my chair! Well at least the scones were good through the long wait, my apprentice.
Author: Thank you Sensei for being so patient with me! And now to everyone who is still with me: Let’s get on with the SHOW!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu or any other merchandise…sad, I know.
A fallen heroine and a humanoid Raven King flew swiftly through the night. The nebulous sky provided the perfect somber mood as the crescent moon shined its waning light upon the small town of fairytales. The pair perched themselves upon the Academy’s Girls’ Dormitory rooftop as the black birds scattered around them. The girl in the black tutu with her newfound strength carried the dark youth through a near-by window and into an empty room; the room now belonging to Ahiru.
The austere lass gently laid the lad upon the bed and went toward the chair near the bed. As she crossed the room, the girl noticed her appearance in the mirror and suddenly her head began to hurt. A loud chime resounded in her mind as she unsteadily moved backwards toward the bed. While the sound became deafening, the raven child transformed from her shade into the bright flamed-haired young lady known as Ahiru; Aalina crept back into the recesses of Ahiru’s mind and the girl collapsed on the bed next to the unconscious king.
Sunlight skulked up the tall dormitory to stretch its rays upon the windows of every room. The very last room had not been reached by the sparkling rays, yet the couple awoke to each other’s eyes. Jaded green gazed into fierce azure as they awoke to find themselves tangled within each other’s limbs.
Ahiru’s face broke out into a blush and shyly eased away from the daring boy, only to have her waist gripped firmly by his arm and his jaded speckled- red eyes fervently staring at her. Ahiru didn’t know what to do and what to say, but she didn’t want this moment to end. Being in his presence sent chills through her spine and Ahiru couldn’t help but become addicted to it.
Dante watched while his former enemy’s/ puppet’s face go through a series of emotion: surprise, embarrassment, and, to his astonishment, desire. He brought his free hand to her hair and dove in for a kiss and she kissed back with the same desire that was held in her eyes.
For at least 2 minutes, the duo continued to kiss until they heard the sound of birds chirping near the window. Dante scowled and used his aura to scare away the pesky birds, who were replaced by the large ravens. He smiled at his servants and looked down toward his prey.
Ahiru noticed the ravens and slightly smiled for she remembered her former guardian who also had a fondness for ravens. Dante and Ahiru stayed in the bed while the footsteps of the students stomped down the stairs and toward the main building. They both knew that they had to face the day and whatever it brings.
The languid pair arose from bed and looked at each other: power-hungry green eyes collided with addictive blue. “I shall see you in class, my Lady. And do not worry about the others, we both know they stand no chance against us.”
Ahiru could only nod and was caught off guard when Dante pulled her toward his embrace. She sniffed his scent upon his black tight-fitted shirt and sighed as he released her and headed out the door. Ahiru felt a twinge of pain in the back of her head, but brushed it off as a headache dealing with the troublesome trio. She changed into her uniform and rushed downstairs and toward class.
“Damn him! His claws have finally condemned my beautiful Princess.” Fakir furiously thought as he walked to class with his friends. Last night was a nightmare for the trio seeing their best friend turn into a vicious puppet of the Raven King. Rue could only shake her head in recollection of her dear friend’s soul lost to her former hell-guardian.
The composed Prince watched his friends’ reactions from last night, yet he could only feel a fire of rage being stoked by his enemies. Mytho, Fakir, and Rue walked into the ballet room and prepared for another lesson of en pointe, but what they did not know was the new arrivals in their class.
“Class I would like to introduce to you a new student from the Northern Academy of Performing Arts. This is Dante Orez and he has exceptional talent. Please treat him with courtesy and respect during his stay.” Neko-sensei announced.
The trio faltered in their exercises as they heard the news from Neko-sensei. They watched their humanoid foe walk through the great pair of oak doors with a smirk of satisfaction on his face.
Fakir’s fists balled up and his knuckles turned white, if it wasn’t for Mytho holding him back he would have attacked the ‘new guy’! Fakir could only glare with hatred toward Dante as the lad went to join the rest of the class in their exercises.
Rue grimaced at the aura she felt when Dante (a.k.a. Raven King) came next to her and joined in with the stretches. She heard her fellow classmates chatter and flirt with him. ‘If only they knew how malicious he is with human beings…they wouldn’t be so easy going with him.’ When he brushed against her leg, Rue almost flinched in anger and fear, but she wouldn’t let Dante see how much his presence affected her.
Rue and Mytho continued with their exercises, yet Fakir had not moved from his previous stance. Emerald eyes glinting with rage and fist turning pale, Fakir excused himself from class and headed outside toward the fountain.
When he arrived at the benches, Fakir let out a roar of resentment toward the human raven-boy. He punched the fountain and laid on the grassy hill situated next to the foundation. ‘What kind of sick game is this, Drosselmeyer? Was it not enough that Ahiru could not have her wish to be human? You just had to bring back more drama and angst, especially for Ahiru!’
The wind began to bluster around the young knight and Fakir found himself face to face with Lede of Nevar. The two rivals stared each other down while matching the other’s pose. And then Fakir spoke,
“I knew you weren’t dead, Lede. What have you done to Ahiru?” Lede just sinisterly smiled at the knight and held up her hand. A large alchemic spell was tattooed upon her hand; with the dried blood of Drosselmeyer.
“I am now a part of you, my dear Knight. As his blood runs through you, it is in mine as well. I have a message for you from him….Never forget your fate. Just because the first story is over doesn’t mean your destiny has stopped.”
Fakir cringed at the blood shown upon Lede’s hand, but grasped it in his. “Lede, what is it you want from Ahiru? Why change her into a shadow puppet?” The lady made no motion for cause of her actions and lifted her wings to take flight. Fakir quickly covered his head as Lede’s gigantic wings swooped overhead leaving trails of black feathers.
Fakir retook his stance and stared up at the forming clouds. “Hmm, so you want a war for Ahiru’s soul? Well I’ll give you one then, for her.”
Author: Cut and Print! I’m so glad to get this out! I’ve been busy with a lot of things and February/ Black History Month is almost over.
Drosselmeyer: Honor your ancestors, apprentice. If not for them you would not be here.
Author: Hai sensei! Anyway, thank you for your support and the story is almost over as well. I’m going to start on a new one, although who the characters are will be my little surprise. I’ll try to update sooner!
Signed: Black_Diamond07
Revival of the Raven ~Chap. 12
“The Enemy of My Enemy is my Creator”
Author: Hello my faithful fans and reviewers! Sorry about the delay of this chapter, my graduation is approaching and work is coming in so fast! I want to thank everybody who has supported this story and also those who added my story to their ‘story alerts’
Drosselmeyer: *sigh* and just when I got comfortable in my chair! Well at least the scones were good through the long wait, my apprentice.
Author: Thank you Sensei for being so patient with me! And now to everyone who is still with me: Let’s get on with the SHOW!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu or any other merchandise…sad, I know.
A fallen heroine and a humanoid Raven King flew swiftly through the night. The nebulous sky provided the perfect somber mood as the crescent moon shined its waning light upon the small town of fairytales. The pair perched themselves upon the Academy’s Girls’ Dormitory rooftop as the black birds scattered around them. The girl in the black tutu with her newfound strength carried the dark youth through a near-by window and into an empty room; the room now belonging to Ahiru.
The austere lass gently laid the lad upon the bed and went toward the chair near the bed. As she crossed the room, the girl noticed her appearance in the mirror and suddenly her head began to hurt. A loud chime resounded in her mind as she unsteadily moved backwards toward the bed. While the sound became deafening, the raven child transformed from her shade into the bright flamed-haired young lady known as Ahiru; Aalina crept back into the recesses of Ahiru’s mind and the girl collapsed on the bed next to the unconscious king.
Sunlight skulked up the tall dormitory to stretch its rays upon the windows of every room. The very last room had not been reached by the sparkling rays, yet the couple awoke to each other’s eyes. Jaded green gazed into fierce azure as they awoke to find themselves tangled within each other’s limbs.
Ahiru’s face broke out into a blush and shyly eased away from the daring boy, only to have her waist gripped firmly by his arm and his jaded speckled- red eyes fervently staring at her. Ahiru didn’t know what to do and what to say, but she didn’t want this moment to end. Being in his presence sent chills through her spine and Ahiru couldn’t help but become addicted to it.
Dante watched while his former enemy’s/ puppet’s face go through a series of emotion: surprise, embarrassment, and, to his astonishment, desire. He brought his free hand to her hair and dove in for a kiss and she kissed back with the same desire that was held in her eyes.
For at least 2 minutes, the duo continued to kiss until they heard the sound of birds chirping near the window. Dante scowled and used his aura to scare away the pesky birds, who were replaced by the large ravens. He smiled at his servants and looked down toward his prey.
Ahiru noticed the ravens and slightly smiled for she remembered her former guardian who also had a fondness for ravens. Dante and Ahiru stayed in the bed while the footsteps of the students stomped down the stairs and toward the main building. They both knew that they had to face the day and whatever it brings.
The languid pair arose from bed and looked at each other: power-hungry green eyes collided with addictive blue. “I shall see you in class, my Lady. And do not worry about the others, we both know they stand no chance against us.”
Ahiru could only nod and was caught off guard when Dante pulled her toward his embrace. She sniffed his scent upon his black tight-fitted shirt and sighed as he released her and headed out the door. Ahiru felt a twinge of pain in the back of her head, but brushed it off as a headache dealing with the troublesome trio. She changed into her uniform and rushed downstairs and toward class.
“Damn him! His claws have finally condemned my beautiful Princess.” Fakir furiously thought as he walked to class with his friends. Last night was a nightmare for the trio seeing their best friend turn into a vicious puppet of the Raven King. Rue could only shake her head in recollection of her dear friend’s soul lost to her former hell-guardian.
The composed Prince watched his friends’ reactions from last night, yet he could only feel a fire of rage being stoked by his enemies. Mytho, Fakir, and Rue walked into the ballet room and prepared for another lesson of en pointe, but what they did not know was the new arrivals in their class.
“Class I would like to introduce to you a new student from the Northern Academy of Performing Arts. This is Dante Orez and he has exceptional talent. Please treat him with courtesy and respect during his stay.” Neko-sensei announced.
The trio faltered in their exercises as they heard the news from Neko-sensei. They watched their humanoid foe walk through the great pair of oak doors with a smirk of satisfaction on his face.
Fakir’s fists balled up and his knuckles turned white, if it wasn’t for Mytho holding him back he would have attacked the ‘new guy’! Fakir could only glare with hatred toward Dante as the lad went to join the rest of the class in their exercises.
Rue grimaced at the aura she felt when Dante (a.k.a. Raven King) came next to her and joined in with the stretches. She heard her fellow classmates chatter and flirt with him. ‘If only they knew how malicious he is with human beings…they wouldn’t be so easy going with him.’ When he brushed against her leg, Rue almost flinched in anger and fear, but she wouldn’t let Dante see how much his presence affected her.
Rue and Mytho continued with their exercises, yet Fakir had not moved from his previous stance. Emerald eyes glinting with rage and fist turning pale, Fakir excused himself from class and headed outside toward the fountain.
When he arrived at the benches, Fakir let out a roar of resentment toward the human raven-boy. He punched the fountain and laid on the grassy hill situated next to the foundation. ‘What kind of sick game is this, Drosselmeyer? Was it not enough that Ahiru could not have her wish to be human? You just had to bring back more drama and angst, especially for Ahiru!’
The wind began to bluster around the young knight and Fakir found himself face to face with Lede of Nevar. The two rivals stared each other down while matching the other’s pose. And then Fakir spoke,
“I knew you weren’t dead, Lede. What have you done to Ahiru?” Lede just sinisterly smiled at the knight and held up her hand. A large alchemic spell was tattooed upon her hand; with the dried blood of Drosselmeyer.
“I am now a part of you, my dear Knight. As his blood runs through you, it is in mine as well. I have a message for you from him….Never forget your fate. Just because the first story is over doesn’t mean your destiny has stopped.”
Fakir cringed at the blood shown upon Lede’s hand, but grasped it in his. “Lede, what is it you want from Ahiru? Why change her into a shadow puppet?” The lady made no motion for cause of her actions and lifted her wings to take flight. Fakir quickly covered his head as Lede’s gigantic wings swooped overhead leaving trails of black feathers.
Fakir retook his stance and stared up at the forming clouds. “Hmm, so you want a war for Ahiru’s soul? Well I’ll give you one then, for her.”
Author: Cut and Print! I’m so glad to get this out! I’ve been busy with a lot of things and February/ Black History Month is almost over.
Drosselmeyer: Honor your ancestors, apprentice. If not for them you would not be here.
Author: Hai sensei! Anyway, thank you for your support and the story is almost over as well. I’m going to start on a new one, although who the characters are will be my little surprise. I’ll try to update sooner!
Signed: Black_Diamond07