Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu

Ahiru walked into town her heart still sunk feeling very sad. Why? Why did Rue have to do that? Ahiru had never danced so maybe she would be good at it. Maybe. Ahiru looked down at the ground as she walked. All she wanted to do was experience life a little. Why did Rue have to crush her dreams? So lost in thought was she that she ran into someone. She fell to the ground and looked up.

"I'm so sorry. I did not mean to run into you! I…" Ahiru stopped as she stared in a calm set of golden eyes. Ahiru lost her words as she stared into the young man's eyes. She couldn't look away.

"It's my fault. Are you alright?" the young man asked her. Ahiru felt herself nod lightly. The young man stood and offered her his hand. She took it and he helped her up gracefully.

"Yes. Thank you very much. I'm so sorry for running into you. I'm such a klutz." The young man smiled.

"You could always learn not to be a klutz. Inside I think everyone is a klutz." Ahiru smiled and nodded.

"I wish I could. I'm Ahiru." Ahiru said smiling.

"Nice to meet you Ahiru. I'm Mytho." Mytho smiled kindly. He looked like a very nice guy.

"Mytho!" a voice called out. Mytho turned and Ahiru looked to see a man standing by a carriage. The man looked to be in his forty's. "Mytho. He won't listen to me." Mytho turned.

"Did you do what I told you to?" the man nodded.

"But you know how he is. He doesn't listen to anyone other than you!"

"Alright I'll be there shortly." Mytho turned back to Ahiru. "I'm terribly sorry. The prince needs me." Ahiru took it in shock.

"The prince? You know the prince?" mytho nodded.

"I'm his page, and friend. He's being a little difficult with the ball coming up."

"Ball?" Poor Ahiru was so confused.

"Oh right. It hasn't gone public yet. In a few days there will be a ball. The prince will choose his bride. All girls can come." Mytho said than the man called again and mytho excused himself.

"A ball. The prince will marry. All girls…" Ahiru was so excited. She held new that was so amazing. She could go to the ball! She could wear a pretty dress have her hair done. Maybe the prince would even ask her to dance… no. that was too much to hope for but maybe someone would dance with her. She won't wear a tattered dress like she normally did. It would be so wonderful.

She was knocked out of her day dream by the clock as it rang out noon.

"Oh no! Everyone expects their lunch!" Ahiru squeaked and ran back toward the dormitory.