A young girl watched the waters of a small creek rush by as she remembered
her past, one of anger, sorrow and the fear of being forgotten. All of
these thoughts had been chased away by her knight in shining armour, her
prince. It had been years ago when she had first gazed upon his handsome
face and known that he was the one... He had whisked her from the clutches
of death, as he had whisked her from a life of depression and saddness.

Her prince, the one who had smelled of roses, would come for her again...
But when was the most prominent question on her mind.

"When, my prince, shall you come for me? You of such a noble heart... It
has been six years since we last met, and still I wait in darkness..."

The soft ringing of the afternoon class bell of her school roused Utena
Tenjou from her thoughts. She rose, and walked calmly to the school that
was her physical and mental prison, where knowledge was forced upon the
learner.

Utena gazed back at the brook, and repeated her question softly, "When?"

And the answer came...