Author's Note: This is my first Princess Tutu story. Sorry if Fakir seems OOC! :)


What I Believe

I released a heavy sigh as I sat on the green grass beneath a tree that shielded me from the sun's harsh light. I leaned against the tree, the bark hard and rough. On my lap there was a book and before me there was a nice, clear lake. However, I was not paying attention to the book or the lake. I was paying attention to what was in the lake.

Duck.

I watched her closely as she swam around in the lake. I remember when she used to be human. I wished she were human again. That's what I wish for every single day in my life. I knew that there was no possible way to change her back, but I kept wishing every night before I went to bed. Until my wish somehow comes true, I keep Duck company and spend as much time with her as I can.

I kept my eyes on her as she waddled away, catching bugs to eat. I wondered what she was thinking right now. Was she sad? Was she happy? Was she satisfied with how her life turned out? I know I wasn't. I wasn't pleased with what happened in her life at all. She didn't deserve this.

Duck waddled out of the water, her webbed feet touching the cool, green grass below. She shook out her feathers and peered in my direction. Did she remember who I was or was her mind far too lost now? Did she still have memories of our time together and what she had been through? I liked to think so. She always seemed to enjoy my company whenever I was here.

Duck waddled towards me and then let out a loud 'quack'. I gave her a serene smile and dug into a bag that I had brought with me. I rummaged through it a bit before pulling out some bread. I pulled a piece off and then showed it to her.

"Would you like some?" I questioned her.

She quacked again, flapping her wings. I smiled again and then fed her the piece of bread. She consumed it hungrily, clearly famished. It was as if she had not been eating any bugs during her time in the lake just now. Still, I liked to feed her. I always made sure she got enough to eat.

After feeding her the rest of the bread, I closed my book and sat it beside me on the grass. She climbed up onto my lap and got comfortable there, snuggling close to me and closing her eyes. I ran a thumb over the feathers on her head, watching her as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

This happened every day.

She would swim around in the lake, eat as much as she could, and then climb onto my lap for a nap. I always stayed there until she woke up. I never left her, and, when I did, I would always say my sincere goodbyes to her and always promise to come back. I still didn't know if she could understand me or not, but I liked to believe she did.

However, until she woke up, I would stay there with her and watch her sleep, smoothing down the feathers on her head with my thumb.

Maybe if I dream hard enough, all my wishes will come true. That's what I believe.