I'm very happy to announce that this is the very first Unfinished Swan fanfiction ever. Although I'm not sure on how many people will be reading this I just hope that it will be good for all of you. So anyway welcome to the first chapter and enjoy. Yes I know it's short but after all this is the first chapter.
A story book opened up to the very first page.
"Monroe finished one of his mother's paintings and he was very proud of it and thought that his mother would be proud too. He hasn't seen the king or his pet hippo after the events with his beloved swan. And as for the swan, Monroe hasn't seen it move an inch, which made him believe that everything was back to normal."
10 years later
"After years of spending his life in the orphanage not ever getting a chance for him to have a new family he started to lose hope. He was at that age where he thought that it would be best to leave the orphanage and start his new life. He didn't know where to start since he had no money with him, that was until he remembered the place where it all started, his mother's home. He took his cloths, his silver paintbrush that had been given to him by the king, and his painting of the swan and left the orphanage not once looking back."
His mother's house
"By the time he made it to his mother's house he felt right at home, but sad that he wouldn't be able to see his mother again. From the moment he opened the door he remembered that she had hundreds of canvases not one of them finished, which then made him have the idea to finish what she started. He stepped inside and dust was everywhere which made him believe he had a whole bunch of cleaning to do. He didn't go into his old bedroom just yet since he thought that the proper thing to do is to go into the room with all of her paintings. He looked and saw that all of her paintings were also covered in dust, but once he wiped the dust off of one of them there was no painting on the canvas at all. It took him about an hour to wipe the dust off of all the paintings but once he finished he saw that each and every painting that his mother ever made were not there. He then quickly remembered that the same thing happened with the painting of the swan back when he was a kid. He thought that the same thing must have happened to the other paintings. He then saw a door that wasn't covered in dust in fact it was a door that he never saw before. He then grabbed his silver paintbrush and went inside the door."
