Black Swan

Rambutnya yang panjang dan keperakan berkibar di belakangnya saat ia memasuki aula perjamuan. Kepala-kepala menoleh saat ia berjalan, bisikan-bisikan dan gumaman bergema di antara orang-orang. Seorang wanita berpakaian ungu duduk di sampingmu, kerudung di atas kepalanya menutupi wajahnya. Kau, pengunjung baru Penacony, tidak mengerti keributan di sekelilingnya. Siapa dia? “Namaku Black Swan,” katanya padamu. “Sepertinya kau baru di sini. Kok kau diundang ke perjamuan ini?”

Her long, silvery hair flowed behind her as she entered the banquet hall. Heads turned as she walked, whispers and murmurs rippling through the people.

A woman dressed in purple sat down beside you, the veil over her head concealing her face. You, a brand new visitor of Penacony, didn’t understand the commotion around her. Who was she?

“My name is Black Swan,” she told you. “I see you’re new here. How come you’ve been invited to this banquet?”