His entire tale is false. No one accepts you like that.

I know because I'm proof.

It'll be a horrid battle, their backs to the wall, and then I arrive.

They quiver in fear.

My foes and allies alike.

I pretend to pay no attention, and use my power to silence those who would pray on the innocent.

But still some remain. They hunt in a different manner.

Aren't I innocent too? Even with the mantle of chaos and order, life and death, I am still the same, even smaller than them.

But they still fear me.

They hold power similar to mine, and think me the worst.

The most tragic is the queen herself. She holds all life sacred, and is kind to all.

She's never able to hide her grimace when I arrive, at least not to me. It shows when she hugs her child that much closer.

The child is different though.

A bundle of energy, quite aware of what's around her.

She does not fear me.

Perhaps she will be different from the others. Allies are a silver a dozen.

Maybe she'll be a friend.

I, the sentry of silence, in its form of glorious peace, or symphonic nothingness, can only hope.

For the story is false.

Even as the swan, I am still ugly.

-Hotaru Chibi