Her brown eyes opened. She was laying in a forest. The trees sheilding the sunlight from her. She sat up. She was wearing the uniform that the girls here at the accadamy wore. She had long flowing brown hair that stopped at her hips. She stood. Anyone watching could tell the grace she had about her. Every movment was gracful and hardly needed any guidence. The girl becan to walk along a path looking around at the trees. Before she knew it she was at a lake. It sparkled in the sunlight bringing a gentle smile to the girls face. Her skin was flawless and her lips as delecate as a rose petal. On the lake a pier jetted out and on it the girl saw a boy sitting in a chair. He had papers on his lap and was writting on it. In the water next to the peir a small yellow duck flotted in the water. The girl gently held her chest. Something about that duck. It made her feel, calm to some regard. She watched for a minute when suddenly another boy ran onto the peir to the first boy. This second one looked excited. He had purple hair and glasses on his face. From where she stood, the girl could not tell the color of his eyes. He wore a blue shirt and white pants like all the boys wore at the acadamy.
"Fakir!" The boy said to the first. The dark haired boy sighed and looked at him but said nothing. The duck looked up startled. "I have wonderful news! There is a contest this week! There is a writing contest. you would win by a landslide!" The boy said excitedly. Fakir, sighed and shook his head.
"Autor no. My writtings are not to go into some competition." The boy, Autor looked down sadly.
"But your writtings are so good. it's a waist not to show them off." Fakir simply shook his head. Autor sighed and left degected. The girl watched as the little duck flew out of the water and landed beside fakir. He looked down at her and shrugged. The girl turned and started making her way back to the dormatory. she too knew of the competitions. She needed her rest if she was hoping to be in it. On her way back she got lost in thought into what she would do and she ran into someone. She stummbled back and opened her mouth to appologise but the boy beat her to it.
"I'm sorry. i should have been paying attention." The girl knew that voice. It was Autor the boy she had just seen.
"It's alright." she said her voice had a certain grace to it. Autor looked at her.
"I do not believe we have meet. My name is autor. I am in the music devision." He said bowing to her. The girl smiled and curtsied.
"I am from the ballet devision. My name is swan."