Swan lake

Swan lake

Hi! Here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy. The music for this chapter is No. 13 Dances of the Swans IV. Allegro moderato

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My sisters and I linked hands. Each of us has the hand of another two. We formed a line and looked across the clearing.

We started to dance, picking up our legs partly off the ground. We traveled across the clearing, in a line, then looked the other way and traveled back to where we had started.

Alena, Lisle, Ariane and I danced this dance every night. We were used to its rythems and patterns. We knew exactly how many steps to take before we turned.

Again, we traveled across the clearing this time, when we stopped we fell forward onto one leg, then pulled up.

Now we were in the center of the clearing, still holding hands, we jumped up and changed legs, by bringing one up. This step was repeated.

We traveled back as we danced.

After we were almost up against the waters of the lake behind us, we began to move forward.

We bent our heads and traveled forward, staying in the center of the clearing so as not to hit the others who are on the sides of the clearing.

At some point, we travel in little jumps to the right side of the clearing. This is the point where we are exhausted. We can barely move our legs, we have been dancing so long and so hard.

As always, we try and relieve the pain by flying. Or trying to fly. First, we kick up our legs in the front, then in the back.

I feel the frustration dripping off of my sisters and myself. It is not fair that we cannot be human or swans. We are some creature that is both.

When we are swans, we yearn for legs, and to be able to speak. Yet, when the night and our human selves arrive, we desire flight. But, as we cannot fly as humans, we dance until we are exhausted, trying to achieve some parody of flight.

Now we are in the center of the clearing. Sweat drips from our bodies. In one last attempt, be jump into the air and hope that we will fly.

We have no prince to lift us up. Instead, we fall down to the soft grass, trying to keep some dignity. At last, we let go of each other's hands.

We expect to fail, but there are always tears in our eyes by the end of the dance.

Sadly, we walk out of the clearing, to watch the, happier, more resigned dance of Adele and Elsa.

Finally, we cry for a minute. Feeling the pain of the dance. "Where is Odette?" Ariane asks.

I shrug, while Alena whispers "Who knows."