Aneko: Wow, I just posted a story like, five minutes ago and here I am doing another one

Aneko: Wow, I just posted a story like, five minutes ago and here I am doing another one. Must be because I feel like I've been lazy lately. Anyway, this just randomly came to me, so it's nothing much; but still, it would be nice if you liked it…

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu (too lazy to make this disclaimer different…)

Stories

We each have a story, whether one that is happy or sad, serious or funny. They are like the thin threads in a fine tapestry, alone so small, but together creating a picture.

There is a storyteller, who tells stories, even after his death, because he loves controlling a tragedy.

There is a duck, who wishes to become human, because she wishes for an Oji's smile.

There is a girl, who has no power but her own, which gives hope to people.

There is a Princess, who dances, because she is destined to return the Oji's heart, though she can never be with him.

There is a knight, who fights for his friend, because he is afraid to lose him, and afraid of his fate.

There is a writer, who writes, because this is all he is able to do.

There is an Oji, who searches for his heart, because he sacrificed it to seal his enemy away.

There is another girl, who tries hard to live a normal life, because she thinks she can be with the Oji if he is without a heart.

There is also another Princess, who dances and causes ill, because she loves the Oji, and doesn't want his heart to come back and cause him to leave her.

There is a puppet, who sacrificed herself, because she wanted to try, just once, feeling a human heart.

There is a little drummer girl, who was made out of the puppet's ashes, because they wanted to forever remember her sacrifice.

There is a raven, who causes destruction, because that is his wont.

So many stories, so alike, yet so unique, connecting us all.

Aneko: Not much to say this time. Ja, sayonara.