Then, turning to the ghost of Drosselmeyer, who cackled from his clockwork tower, Tutu bowed. “A story isn’t real until someone believes in a different ending.”
As Tutu, she danced not for glory but for love. Each time she freed a shard of Mytho’s heart, she saw its color: joy, sorrow, anger, tenderness. And each time, the shard returned to Mytho, making him more human—and more vulnerable to the raven’s lingering curse. Princess Tutu
In the quiet town of Gold Crown, a clumsy ballet student named Ahiru dreamed of dancing like the legendary Princess Tutu—a heroine from an old story who could soothe any heart with her dance. Ahiru, whose name meant “duck,” was indeed a duck transformed into a girl by the mysterious Drosselmeyer, a dead storyteller whose final, unfinished tale still held the town in its grip. Then, turning to the ghost of Drosselmeyer, who
In the moonlit town square, with snow falling like feathers, Princess Tutu faced Mytho. “I can’t make you love me,” she whispered. “But I can give you the one thing the story never allowed: a choice.” And each time, the shard returned to Mytho,