Names were not engraved so easily in stone as they were in hearts and yet all that we've known about is the true princess of the land.
She was born a duck, lived human for just long enough to impact the lives of all around her.
She'd been the swan that had rose up from a duck, the woman that helped mend a broken heart, and the one that flipped the bad to the good.
Her name was Princess Tutu, but she was so often known as Duck or Ahiru as many called her.
She lives within the memory of a writer who spends his countless hours teaching the world of her through his writing, telling them about the man that had tried to break her, reminding everyone that she wasn't just a fantasy.
He didn't have the same power of pen as Drosselmeyer did, could not revive her elements of humanity, but he'd never forget about her.
He lived simply yet love clearly beat within every heartbeat of his as he had adored her whether it was as more than the heroine she'd become to everyone or as simply a friend was unknown.
Fakir was his name, and he seemed to write for her sake, love pouring through his words; there was a rumor that he'd taken to caring for a little duckling and that she often read his stories first.
She curled up so contently in his house; many people told this as such.
He spent his days quietly remembering what many had forgotten.
The town still had a living heartbeat though it had changed from the day that the true princess had saved them; it was not the town like what fairy tales would tell it to be, but it had once been.
Fakir continued to spend his days, reliving the past, and sharing it with the world until finally he'd passed away, and yet stories of the princess that was once a duck continued to spread throughout the world and the little town that had experienced it firsthand once.
Quietly, life continued on yet the memory of her never died as everyone tried to cling to what history had shown them as years passed so eagerly and quickly with full hearts remembering what the mind doesn't always know.