Swan and Crow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 10, 2016

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“You’ve always been a fool,” Swan finally spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Her voice sounded boorish but at the same time held its sweet femininity.

“I do not recall ever being called that before,” Crow replied sarcastically, his voice low and seductive. He usually enjoyed watching Swan crumble just from his words, but nothing he said so far could break her that evening.

Swan kicked her webbed feet roughly, spinning around in the large pond so she would not have to look at the black-feathered nuisance. Her mind was still in shambles from the battle last month and seeing Crow again did not help like she thought it would. Unfortunately, their monthly encounters were unavoidable if she ever wanted her wish to be granted.

“Where are you running off to?” Crow called out to the graceful, white creature as he spread his strong wings and glided down to the grassy earth from his tree perch. He stood at the edge of the pond and waited for a snappy response but all he was given was silence. There was nothing he hated more than silent treatment from a female.

“Just leave me be,” Swan mumbled under her breath as she slowly continued paddling to the center of the serene pond.

The majority of the evening sky had become a navy blue, turning into a gradient of yellow, orange, and purple at the horizon. Holding their encounters at an ethereal location didn’t make any sense but it was what they were told to do. How long had it been since they started these rendezvous?

Memories of the past swirled in Swan’s mind but there was one thing she couldn’t remember; everything before meeting Crow. He had become a major part of her life. After everything they’d been through, she still couldn’t bring herself to hate him. Not after the many years he’d kept her heart.

Crow quietly admired Swan drifting on the pond’s tranquil surface. Their sober coexistence would soon be rattled when the full moon made its appearance. The realization made him somber, as it always did, but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel excitement because he would be able to lay his eyes on the one he once called his “beloved” again.

“Swan! It’s almost time!” Crow abruptly shouted, breaking Swan’s many thoughts.

Once she paddled her way back to where Crow stood, she couldn’t help but ask, “Do you think we can ever love each other again?”

The question startled Crow for a mere second but it didn’t make him hesitate with his answer, “I thought we were still in love.”

A moment later, the moon appeared bright and full in the black sky. They could feel their bodies give into the transformation as soon as the moonlight touched their feathers. Swan closed her eyes and relished in the change. She couldn’t wait to be human again. Crow closed his eyes, too, only because he enjoyed opening them and finding a more beautiful creature standing before him.

When the transformations were completed, two human beings – one male and one female – stood facing each other. They slowly opened their eyes and took the other’s image in. Inevitable smiles formed on their lips and it seemed like the world was how it used to be.

The moment was interrupted when a long sword appeared in Swan’s right hand and daggers appeared in each of Crow’s hands. The couple peered down at their weapons, recognizing the night had just begun.

“She wants us to start already,” Crow smirked as he looked up at the full moon and winked. “So impatient.”

“It would seem so,” Swan sighed, turning her attention to the moon with a spiteful glare.

The sound of water moving as Swan took a few steps back into the pond filled the quiet night. She grasped the sword’s handle with both hands and took her stance with it raised to her eye level; she looked elegant and poised. Crow crouched low with his arms extended behind him; the daggers becoming an extension of his arms. Swan’s words would startle him once again but it would not make him hesitate with his response.

“I will always love you.”

“And I, you.”


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