Prince Siegfried had no time to be surprised when his last option but one succeeded.
The thought of invoking the last uncertain magic, of piercing his own heart to release the feelings that would then be free to fight on their own, had been in the back of his mind ever since his first sight of the Raven that had ravaged his kingdom. But there was always the doubt – he might simply die, as any ordinary man must, and then everything that was left would be truly lost to the hideous greed of the enemy. Duty forbade it, yet. He did not permit himself to think of Princess Tutu; those reflections were for the peace before the Raven, or the peace he might find after, although the hermit whose words his hopes hung upon seemed to think that only that final shattering would call her ....
The Prince was fighting on instinct, without leisure for thought. The Raven was trying to blast his enemy from the air, and was fully extending his wings for a final time, and the Prince had begun to move a
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