The lake was serene. Crystal-clear water lapped softly at the shore, wetting the mossy slate that protruded into the basin.

The prince knelt at the water's edge to fill his skein with water. His brown curls stirred in the light breeze. Prince Miguel was hoping to reorient himself at the lake and regroup with his hunting party.

The pristine white feathers of the swan he'd been chasing caught his eye -- just a few yards into the water. He slowly raised his crossbow to aim at the bird.

Before he could shoot, in a flurry of feathers, it transformed into a beautiful young person. Miguel's heart ached at the sight. His fingers loosened on the crossbow. There was no way he could hurt such a creature.

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