Princess Tutu has finally restored the final heart shard to me.

I remember who I am now. I remember my true name. I am Siegfried, the Prince who loves everyone and is loved by everyone.

With this sword, which once shattered my heart and sealed the Raven away, I shall pierce the heart of the Raven and defeat him once and for all.

Rue, wait just a little longer. I am going to rescue you. And when you are safely in my arms, I want to make you my Princess, and together, we'll go back into the story.

Fakir, Tutu ... thank you for all that you have done for me, for helping me to get this far.

The final battle draws neigh. Beware, Raven. I am coming for you.

They've become crows. All of them. A crimson rain fell upon them, and they sprouted black feathers and sharp beaks. They have been bathed in the Raven's blood, and now they are his loyal servants, every one of them.

I'm hiding out in Charon's blacksmith. I've managed to find a serviceable sword, but only my sword, Lohengrin, has the power to wound the Raven's body. Fakir is not here. I wonder ... has he been turned into a crow, too?

I can hear them, calling for me. "Prince! Give us your heart!" They cry out in that terrible croaking chorus.

And Rue is still trapped within the Raven's stomach. If only I had my sword ... But I can't kill the Raven without killing Rue, too.

What should I do? What can I do?

Fakir. Where is my sword? I know that you have it in your safe keeping.

I ... have need of it once more ...

Mytho was perched upon the rafters, staring at the rats scurrying below him. Dust swirled in the patches of sunlight that streaked through the boarded up windows. Ari and Vivi should be arriving soon, and he was growing anxious. Fakir had promised to come see him, but days had passed, and Mytho had yet to see him. He didn't blame his friend for not wanting to visit: after all, he was a monster. Who could possibly want to come near him in this state?

Rue came by to see me today. She brought some food for me in a basket, but I couldn't eat any of it. The meat is too cold, and it just lies there, unmoving. I tried to eat a rat, but she hit me with the basket and reprimanded me. Then she started to cry. I think she was sorry that she hit me, and then she danced with me. I suppose I'll have to wait until she leaves before I can eat again. There are lots of juicy rats that have taken up residence in this abandoned house, so at least I won't be hungry.

I wish I could go outside. It's boring, staying cooped up in this dusty old building. I've been practicing flying from rafter to rafter, and I think I've gotten pretty good at it. I can't wait to stretch my wings and soar though the air. Some crows like to perch outside the window, and I talk to them. They tell me that the Raven is growing impatient and that he demands a sacrifice.

If my heart should finally be completed, maybe I'll give it to the Raven as a wedding present? That would be nice.

It seems that I have become a crow now. How delightful~

Kraehe, I'm tired of staying in this room all day. Take me outside so that I can stretch my wings. I want to dance with you.

Have you ever noticed just how beautiful a bloodstained page appears? Little crimson droplets falling like the soft patter of rain upon a window, each drop blooming upon the page like a tiny rose.

It seems it's raining. Again. Perhaps some of you know of interesting ways to pass the time?

Who am I? I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, but the person that stares back at me is a total stranger. He wears my face, but this person is not me.

I ... I don't know who I am anymore ...  I hear this voice inside me, telling me not to forget my pride as a Prince. What pride? Am I really a Prince? Who am I suppose to rescue? I feel like I am the one that needs saving.

Is this all just a dream, a terrible nightmare?  No ... no, this must be real. The constant pain in my chest tells me so. And this itching ... It feels like something is crawling beneath my skin, trying to break free. No matter how much I scratch at it, it won't stop.

And those crows. No matter how many times I scare them away, they keep coming back to haunt me. Out, get out, all of you! I hate them. Their calls sound like mocking laughter. Black feathers litter the floor of my room. They've probably brought fleas with them; that would explain the itching.

I ... I need the rest of my heart shards restored to me. I wish Princess Tutu would hurry ...

It has been three weeks since I have partaken of the Raven's blood, and my health has yet to improve. You said that your love for me would make me well again, Kraehe, but it has not. It seems that your love alone is not enough. If only I had the rest of my heart shards returned to me ...

Fakir, it seems, is lost to me now. He has chosen to serve the White Swan. So be it! I offered him a place by my side, and he refused my most generous offer. Once a failure, always a failure. A pitiful excuse for a knight thinks that he can protect Princess Tutu? What a fool! I'll crush them both, just as soon as I am well enough to fight once more ...

Princess Tutu ... what an annoyance. Always poking her nose into my business, thwarting me just when I find a suitable sacrifice for the Raven. I can't believe I once loved that girl ... No, not me. The other me. He loved Princess Tutu. I love Princess Kraehe.

And speaking of that other Mytho ... I grow tired of his ceaseless whining. "Please, don't make me hurt them!" Hah! As if I'd listen to that pathetic wretch. Now we'll see who is trapped in a gilded cage, won't we? I hate being locked away in the darkness. Poor thing put up quite a good fight, but now all he does his beg and plead and moan, sobbing in his little corner inside my heart ...

It's growing late. I think I'm going to retire early. And I've developed a strange itch on the back of my right hand. Perhaps I was bitten by a mosquito? I'll put some ointment on it and see if it gets better in the morning.

((OOC: Backdated to take place after Mytho and Rue babysit for Yunalesca. Also, Fakir and Rue have permission to haxxors his entry LOL))

It's been a few days since Rue has mysteriously contracted a strange "virus" that has transformed her into a boy. I offered to share my room with him, since he would not be able to stay in the girl's dormitory without arousing suspicion. Needless to say, I have greatly enjoyed his company, though I do hope that Rue will return to being my Princess very soon. After all, a Prince can't very well marry another Prince, can he?

Ah, Rue. I do so love the feel of his silken hair between my fingers, glossy and soft as crow's feathers. His warm flesh pressed against mine, his sweet scent filling my nostrils, my arms wrapped protectively around him ... I don't think I've slept so peacefully in days. His presence is such a comfort to me.

And the nightmares have vanished, as well. The crows still perch at my windowsill, but I am no longer afraid of them. I wonder why I was so frightened of them before? They mean me no harm. They watch over me as I sleep, Rue and I both. I wish that Rue could always stay by my side, even as a girl. But I suppose that I shall have to wait until we are married before sharing a bed with my dear Rue again.