Stars and Swans
I stare at the beaded lampshade, trying to comprehend this place.
Gently, I run one finger along the fringe. The pale purple beads swing, clicking together, then fall back into place. Uniform. Unchanging.
Like my own life.
How long has it been, since I last dared to be different, to venture out into the world?
Too long.
My gaze falls to the stars outside.
The stars reflect the boundless sea, yet they are far-flung, with no true partnership.
Huh...they're like me, aren't they?
Surrounded by friends, yet all alone.
I close my eyes, and sink into my dreams of swans, where none can intrude.
Disclaimer: Calling the Swan belongs to Jean Thesman. The book is truly a beautiful piece of work, so go read it!
Author's Notes: I started writing this, not sure where it was going. It wasn't even supposed to be a fanfic at first, but it turned into one. And, oddly enough, it was a fanfic for Calling the Swan, which doesn't even have a section on because it's a relatively little-known novel. It is one of my favorites, though, even if it isn't fantasy.
I hope you enjoyed the story!