Novel & Cerita Erin Swan

"Most of the time it is to protect their eggs or Cygnets" "How do you know what their babies are called?" "My grandmother, she was obsessed with bird watching. But her favourite were swans. The males are called Cob and the females are called Pen." "Wow, that's... interesting." As we continue on with our run, I can feel my side cramping up. My sweat is running in my eyes, threatening to blind me and not to mention, I am out of breath. I slow my pace as to not over exert myself too much.

I just looked at her, my expression neutral, waiting to see if she needed any further assistance or if this interaction was over. The silence stretched for another beat, and I watched as her smile faltered slightly. She realized her attempt at humor had fallen flat, and more color crept into her cheeks. She cleared her throat, looking away from me briefly before meeting my eyes again. "Right," she said, her voice a bit more composed now. "Well, thank you. Really. You saved me from what would have been a very painful and very embarrassing fall." She extended her hand towards me in a formal gesture. "I'm Angel Swan."

I could hear only a faint heartbeat of my Erasthai as the putrid stench of blood mixed with her scent crept up a feeling of dread from the pit of my stomach. I climbed two steps at a time to go down to see my Erasthai, Zeth was howling nonstop. “Little Swan’s breathing is shallow. I can’t reach her …” A heavy feeling in my gut paused my heart as the sight before me tightened my chest, a squeal escaped my mouth. “No!” Lying in a pool of crimson blood, my Little Swan’s meek figure was immobile, it appeared that she had lost consciousness. A wave of panic enveloped my figure as I leapt forward and crouched down by her side, placing my hand on her arm.

I held my tongue. Suddenly, something flashed past Alyssa’s face. A large white swan, snatching something as it passed. Its large wings beat against the air, sending our hair spilling back behind us. It took a moment for either of us to realize what had happened, then Alyssa reached for her face, gasping at the empty place where her veil had been.

A miracle happened. A beautiful white swan rushed up to the surface from beneath the water. At the moment of its transformation, everyone was stunned. "Ah, what a beautiful swan!" Jerry exclaimed in amazement. Even Sabrina couldn't help but to cry. She opened her mouth as she looked at it in shock. She couldn't bring herself to close her mouth again. "Norton, you're amazing." Jerry couldn't help but to give him a thumbs up as praise when he saw how the rubber duck transformed into a white swan from Norton's quick thinking.

Swoosh! Swish!

"Love it. Used to watch my sister perform." "What about swans?" "The most elegant creatures." He mimes a graceful neck movement that makes her giggle. "Did you know male swans are called cobs?" "Really?" Her eyes widen. "Mama, did you know that?" "I didn't." "What else do you know about swans?" Arielle demands, suddenly invested. "Well, they mate for life," Ethan continues, clearly delighted by her interest. "And the fathers help raise the babies." Arielle's smile dims slightly at that. "My papa is in heaven."

The clouds part further, and a beam of pure silver light falls directly on the swan. And she changes again. The white of her feathers begins to blush. A soft, delicate pink spreads across her wings, her body, her neck. It deepens, becoming richer, more vibrant. She glows in the moonlight, a creature of impossible, breathtaking beauty. A pink swan. I gasp. The sound is torn from my throat. Raymond's hand clamps down on my shoulder. "Alec. Alec! Is that..." "A Royal," I breathe. "The Rosethorn line. They said they were all lost. At the Lake of Tears. But she's..."

Isabella laughed and picked up her son, correcting him, "Asher, those are swans." "Swans?" Asher looked puzzled. Isabella smiled and kissed his clean forehead. The air was alive with the rustling of leaves and the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore. Asher's youthful curiosity was piqued by a swan gracefully gliding across the water's surface. "Mama, look at the swan! It's so beautiful!" Asher exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder. Isabella smiled, delighting in her son's fascination with nature. "Yes, it is, my dear. But be careful, darling. Swans can be skittish," she cautioned.

They had different kinds of swans: Mute Swan, Tundra Swan, and Trumpeter Swan. They radiated arrogance and gracefully took pride in their feathers. It was like the clouds were spread on the lake with all the white swans swimming in it as graciously as dancers. People had to say Qianci had a taste and along with taste she was adorned with a monumental ego. Everything in the Mansion was unique, rare, and sophisticatedly designed. It was obvious Old Madam Qianci didn't like having things like everyone has them. She took pride in having the best, the rarest, and things not easy to come by.