The swan stopped at the water’s edge, pulling her wings close about her body. Moonlight shimmered across her regal form as she let her gaze rest on the druid.
The young man stood still, staring. A soft aura of holy light, the token of the other world, emanated from her.
“Your majesty,” he said, and then slowly, gently, he lowered himself to his knees. “I’ve nothing to offer,” he continued. “All I have is my song.”
And so, he began to sing to her. His voice was soft and deep, filled with devotion and the shadow of his dreams.