I do not own Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, no matter how much I wish for my own Edward.
A Swan's Song
Silver Lake glistened in the morning sun, as a majestic swan craned its neck to the lightened sky. The swan drifted out in the rippling water, rustling its snow white feathers and blinking its deep chocolate brown eyes as it scanned the lake for food.
Off in the horizon loomed a majestic castle, topaz in color with a warm inviting aura. Out stepped a man, tall and broad, with messy bronze hair that glistens in the morning light and deep emerald orbs for eyes. Pale as granite skin, cold and smooth to the touch. Solemn and empty, out stepped Edward Masen, Prince of Alkali, to practice dueling technique in the calm privacy of Silver Lake.
He sighed in anguish, wishing more than anything to be inside, playing on his piano. However, his father thought differently.
Flashback
"Mother father listen!" cried Edward excitedly.
His fingers danced gracefully across the keys, playing a soft and sweet tune throughout the castle. His mother smiled, happy that playing music brought her son such happiness. Her husband looked at their son with scorn, believing him to be a disgrace to the Masen name by creating music.
"Son you are supposed to be becoming a warrior, not some music playing child." With that he dragged his son by the neck to the weaponry room.
For years the soft white piano stayed unused as Edward trained rigorously.
Edward shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the incident, and took out his sword and started to rehearse the proper fighting stances his father taught him.
"Without my music, I am nothing, I feel nothing." He thought absently as he let his sword cut through morning air. Not taking notice to the swan that taken notice to him.
It's my first Fanfic so hopefully I did alright, please review. I am open to suggestions and insight.