Once upon a time, there lived a man who liked to write stories, and he was good at what he did, too. He wrote a story about a young duck who wanted something more than her life in a pond. So, he gave her a gift – a life of a young girl. But, nothing in life is free, and so wasn't the poor girl's wish. But, despite all, the girl possessed an extraordinary virtue, which seemed to get in the way of the man's desires.

Princess Tutu ~ Schwan

The Chapter of Memories

We go back to the beginning. And we go back straight to the end of the first book, where Fakir sat beside the pond where a little duck was playing in the water. Both of them were free from the spell which the Drosselmeyer had thrown on the town some time ago. But, yet again, both of them seemed not to be pleased somehow. There was something missing from the time their lives were controlled, but filled with adventures. Somehow, the ending didn't turn out to be perfect.

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"Where am I?"

Fakir stood at a foggy pond at night. It was somewhat of a bizarre and deserted place, where one could hear only the wind and various night creatures screaming out of the darkness. Suddenly, all the sounds stopped and there was silence. Then, a quiet melody started getting to him from the direction of the pond. A shadow emerged, but it was still blurred and unrecognisable, hiding behind the curtain made out of fog. The figure danced. It turned with gentle and graceful movements and didn't make a sound. The movements of this figure were so familiar to Fakir, like he's seen them somewhere, in a blurred memory like this sight was. The fog got thinner, and the figure slowly showed its true appearance as he began to remember. There was no doubt now, that the creature was a ghost; it was dancing on top of the water, and didn't make a sound, even as its movements began to be more complicated. But, it couldn't be a ghost; it was too gracious and the aura that surrounded it was so peaceful and so familiar... There was only one person in the whole world that was able to dance like that!

"Princess Tutu!"

Fakir shouted in his bed as he woke up. He sat up straight for a while, thinking. "Just now... it couldn't have been... A dream? But it felt so real..."

The bell at the academy started to ring. It was already late, and he had to hurry. He'll have to think about it some other time.